Showing posts from May, 2016

In which shoeing an older--and opinionated--mare is explored

You can tell a gelding, but you really should oughta ask a mare.

A big part of Fiddle's rehab from her stifle injury is communicating with the vet and the farrierabout the changes in her soundness.

Another big part of rehab is paying attention to what Fiddle is saying and doing as she heals.

Hardly a week goes by that I don't put my horse in front of some camera to get video of her back end in motion.  This has resulted in gradual tweaking of her rehab plan, so that we adjust the rate of her return to work to match the rate of her healing.
 Dr. Fehr and Mel have gotten pretty adept at telling me when to panic, and when to chill.  They do not advocate freaking out prematurely.

(I should note that music and talking in the background of videos  in this post are from the barn radio, not my amateur attempt at videography)
This week, Fiddle got her second set of post-injury shoes.  
She has been walking under saddle for about 5 weeks now, and started on trails about 3 weeks ago.  We a…

In which a response to the Yule Log is offered: a rainy day vid

lytha over at the Horse Crazy American blog is a fan of the Yule Log video.

I admit:  the visual is restful and the audio is soothing.

lytha's version of the Yule Log video is also calming and soothing:  it is 7 minutes of her horse and donkey grazing peacefully in the orchard.  Sunshine, shadows, insects, birdsong.  Very nice.

So, here's a soothing video I wanted to share with her, for those homesick days when it's too hot, or too cold, or too sn*wy, or too far-away-from-home:

Twelve minutes of Fiddle and the goats not doing anything interesting, just grazing in the rain.

I hope the rest of y'all enjoy it too.

In which Du has a new red pony and we train for non-eventing

Choosing a new horse is like dating.  And who wants to go on dates anymore?

Du started Freya with a 30-day trial, in which we threw all kinds of stuff at her.

Finally, the 30 days ended.  It was time to choose.

...and the very next day...

time to hit the trails with the Usual Suspects!

But before we could leave the parking lot, it was time to start our non-event training.

Some folks pay big bucks for an eventing prospect.  We prefer

In which we continue with rehab and we combat global warming

Not all of the days have been sunny and warm lately,  but many of them have been.

We Swamplanders are not accustomed to all the blue sky overhead. We get giddy.  We need less coffee, we need less sleep. We spend more time outdoors, choosing to skip lunch in favor of walking around and admiring everything in bloom.  

But some of us have not forgotten last Summer, and the terrible wildfires that devastated our Swamp while the rain didn't fall.  
This winter brought record rainfall, which we welcome...but the Spring has been a little too bright and cheery for comfort.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I've decided to invoke the Tomato Curse.

Because I'd really like to see SOME sunshine this summer, I got Jim to plant half of the tomatoes in the garden.  I planted the rest.

Will this mitigate the Curse?  Will this anger the Weather Gods?  
Stay tuned, I guess.

It started raining about 45 minutes after we set the last tomato plants into the soil.  
A good start, right…

In which it's a happy day, and we wave goodbye to a little friend

Today was a big day for Kaleaf.

I've had fun riding the little fellow for the last few months.  

We've done arena work, trails, and just doodling around.  But he is not, and was never meant to be, my horse.

As of today, Kaleaf belongs to Jacqui.

She's got a boarding barn all set up for him on Vancouver Island, and has already started building a barn of her own on her farm property.  
She says she's forgotten a lot about having a horse.  That's maybe not surprising, given that she's undergone several sets of chemo/radiation to the brain since she owned Fiddle.

We loaded him up, and we waved goodbye.

I know he and Jacqui (and little Eliza) are going to have a wonderful life together.
Just thinking about it makes me smile.

In which we protect the little grey cells and meet some crafty horse folk

There's nothing subtle about the Dragon and me, including our gear... 
...and especially including my helmet!
Yesterday at the trailhead, I ran into some friends who commented on my helmet decor...and then showed off their own head armor:

Super cool, right?  Apparently it's getting to be a "big thing" locally and further afield.  The local folks call them "Hell-hats" and trade ideas and photos via Facebook.

Wanna make your own?

Here are demo photos harvested from Facebook:

For those who prefer instructions in words,  DIRECTIONS ARE HERE

Here are some more photos for inspiration, stolen from the Hellhat Facebook page: