Back To The Usual Routine

I got Sunshine worked every day for a week!

That means I’m on a roll and going to stick to this. Right?

Or not. One day of proceeded a weekend off. Which lead to a week of bad weather and busy days and here I am back to his usual schedule of getting worked a few times then being left sit in the field. Luckily he has a good mind on him and can take the sitting. I really want to get him worked though!

Oh well. Going to enjoy the cool weather and rain while I can. Although it has thwarted my plans to pick up kids from the bus with the horses too. That and being so busy. That’s just how life goes though isn’t it.


Making Progress

After a week of working and ‘riding’ Sunshine every day the weekend came. It came a bit early. My son had the day off school Thursday because why not. The school thought it would be fun. We have a four day school week. Work week too since my husband works at the school. So everyone was home today and we have been running all day.

No Sunshine time. Oh well, he deserved a break after the grueling week he put in.

So, instead of a daily training update, which I’ve been a bit too busy to get to anyway, here is a compilation of a few of his rides. All six or so of them that he’s had.

I should edit video with the sound on. In one of these, if you make it past the whole minute of walking slowly in circles of the first ride, my son had a timer set and orders to come see if I was still alive. He did, I was, I asked him to reset the timer and come back again later. I would have edited that bit out had I listened 😆

Looking back I also should have made the first ride bit shorter. No one needs to see a horse calmly walk in circles for a whole minute. If you are watching you might want to skip the first bit 😉

The second piece was his second ride. My first solo sit. Was a lot accomplished? No. What was accomplished was a huge leap in confidence. A small sit without incident is really a big leap forward.

Then my back went out. So there was a day of so off riding and a back brace once riding was resumed. I kind of like it. It’s like a corset, gives me a bit of a waist 🤣

This isn’t every ride. The first two and the last two actually. But I think there is a difference from beginning to end. We got forward all by ourselves. I am now very comfortable on his back. That comfort is important for me to begin making actual progress. Can’t wait to see what our next ride brings!


Forward Movement!

I rode this horse today. The one with head in the air, snorting, and spooking at everything.

It is an important distinction because although it is still Sunshine it is not the same Sunshine as usual.

Sunshine is a very good boy, quiet, willing, brave. Most of the time. He is still young, still high strung, still sensitive and spooky. Sometimes .

It rained a little bit last night. The wind wasn’t blowing yet when we got started and it wasn’t cold. Not sure what had him on edge but he was flighty and jumping from everything from the time we started. We walked in the scary direction to graze, like we have been doing. Everything to the north has been terrifying for a while now. So we go into the scary and hang out, grazing on the good lush grass there. It has been working nicely. Today it was awful again.

Not awful enough not to graze, he is after all a Morgan.

Then we went into the ‘arena’ ’round pen’ whatever you want to call it.  It is neither but is kind of serving the purpose.

That was slightly less scary but by than the wind was coming up. We worked on targeting the cones again. He is having trouble finding forward and I am not going to start swinging ropes or in any way hazing him forward from his back. There’s that whole thing where my ’round pen’ has some serious issues like cement pads and sharp jutting corners. Then there’s also the thing where I don’t like to fall off.

So we’ve been practicing targeting cones. He walks forward to a cone, I reward him. It works great, from the ground. From his back he needed more time to think. Yesterday he didn’t get it at all. He had time to think, let it sink in, over night. Today I was determined that we would just sit and hang out until he got bored and wandered off. I was tired of pulling on him and he didn’t seem to be enjoying our ‘rides’. Lot of emphasis here because there are lots of words that don’t mean the things they are supposed to.

I got on and we sat. He stood stiffly with ears pricked staring intently in the scary direction. Grass that way swayed in the ever increasing wind. The dog wandered about. Cats did cat things. Sunshine walked off!

Into the tall weeds around the edges.

I was not thrilled. He was doing good though. So I clicked and rewarded him for the steps he gave. Then pointed his head back into bare dirt.

Then he walked off beautifully! We walked to the next cone. He got a cookie. I sat wondering if I should get off there before he decided to spook for real from the wind. We hung out. He took a couple more steps. I got off. Not exciting. More like riding than what we’ve been doing. Still something real colt starters would scoff at and mock. But, I still haven’t gotten hurt. We’re both getting more comfortable. Sunshine is doing great. I’m pretty happy with it for only being six rides and throwing my back out completely somewhere in there. Yes, in days gone by I would have been doing all sorts more things by now. But I’m old and broken. It doesn’t matter what young me would have done. We’re doing what’s best for me in the here and now and I’m happy with our progress.

 



Wind

I was so looking forward to ‘riding’ Sunshine again today. Planned my whole day around it.
Now I’m sitting inside listening to the wind howl outside thinking that maybe I don’t want to do this today after all. On days I can not find time to work him I sit around feeling sorry for myself because I want to be out playing with my horse.
On days I could work him I think if reasons why it’s too much work 🙄
Yesterday the wind was blowing. Just enough to put him on edge. But he was perfectly behaved once we got down to it. Today the wind is really blowing and I’m not sure trying to ride would be such a good idea.
While I get some work done on the computer and try to decide, which I will hopefully do with him saddled and getting some groundwork work done, here is our ‘ride’ from yesterday. He is such a good boy.

Fear

Fear is a completely personal experience.
Something that terrifies one person is simple and fun for another. We can in no way judge if another person has the right to be afraid.
I knew a guy once who spent a lot of time telling me I was chicken. I didn’t like, and still don’t like, riding horses who were likely to buck. The first ride on any horse is terrifying to me. It didn’t bother him. That meant I was chicken, scared of everything. According to him.
We went to Colorado and rented jeeps to drive the logging trails in the mountains. It was the funnest thing ever. Those tough little jeeps took to the narrow, steep mountain roads like goats. What does that have to do with me being chicken?
That same guy, the self proclaimed brave one, the first time we came out onto a ledge with the mountain going straight up and straight down above and below us, he nearly cried. He wanted to go home. He was determined that he was going to pick the jeep up and turn it around himself since there we no place to turn it around. He was terrified.
Suddenly when it was something that scared him he wasn’t so brave anymore. The rest of us were having a blast and refused to ruin the whole day to take him back to the hotel.
When faced with scary horses I hadn’t cried and begged to go home, but he had still considered me chicken. Just because it wasn’t something he was afraid of.
All things in life get met with this same very personal scale of fear. Our fears are our own, other people can’t judge them. But we also aren’t allowed to judge other peoples phobias.
What does this have to do with horses?
I’m working on those first rides on my young guy. Yes, he has been perfect in every way. But, I have years of experience with horses who weren’t perfect. Of horses who blew up when it seemed like everything should be fine. Of horses who had been ridden without trouble then suddenly found the spot they weren’t fine anymore. The fear has long since been embedded into my mind.
I will go at my own speed. I will face my ow fears. I will not cower in fear on that ledge demanding to be saved, to not have to face the thing. I will face it, but no one else gets to tell me it’s fine. If they do it will be pointless and even counter productive.
This doesn’t change for any one person or any scary thing they are facing with their own horses. No one else can tell them it isn’t scary, that their fears are groundless, that they have to face their fears and get it over with. Fear doesn’t work that way. Forcing someone into a situation that leaves them terrified will make the fear worse, not better.
Far better to back off to the point it isn’t as scary, where it is manageable. Stay there. Work there. Allow ourselves the same grace we should be giving our horses. Once that point of comfort becomes easy to face, then push forward a little farther, just until we are facing our fears, looking them in the eye, but not close enough to touch. Stay there are repeat the same stage, until that gets comfortable. Slow and easy steps like that will build confidence and get us face to face with our fears, allow us to stare them down, far easier than running straight up to them will.

Picked the kids up from the bus again!
It worked so well last time letting Jerry follow loose across the hay field last time that I decided to let her follow along that way until we got closer to the highway.
It worked wonderfully! Only leading one horse was so much more peaceful. Jerry gaited like crazy down the hill. She zipped past us and stopped to graze. Then I stopped to wait for her so I could grab her.
She took one look at us stopped and decided it must mean it was time to go home. She took off that way. We followed a little calling her. She went faster.
So I turned back around and went away from home. She followed. Got kind of close so I turned around to get her. She took off again.
I dallied Lady’s leadrope and we took off after her. Rusty could catch her and we’d turn her and I could grab the rope.
Lady does not do fast. She was so confused. She was very upset about being made to go fast and there was no way I was going to catch Jerry with the dead weight of Lady. So I let go of the rope and went after Jerry alone.
Rusty doesn’t do fast either. We did catch up but she was in the middle of the gravel road. The rocks hurt Rusty’s feet. I quit. She could just go home for all I cared. My daughter could ride double with me on Rusty.
We turned around.
I was worried about where Lady went. I could get one kid easily enough. Three of us and one horse would be more complicated.
Lady was standing where I had let go of her. She looked confused. Why had I tried to make her go fast?!?!
Grabbing her lead, and giving her a cookie in apology, we continued towards the highway.
Jerry stood where I had quit chasing her and called to us. We were going the wrong way. Come back! Then she zipped to catch up with us. Eventually I got off to try to grab her. She turned around again. We kept walking the wrong way. She followed.
Eventually I was able to offer her a cookie. A few cookies. She allowed herself to be caught and we continued on.
My daughter was mad about the horse thing. My son was thrilled. We al mounted up and headed home. Lady was zippy. Jerry was relaxed. Apparently her shenanigans on the way out used up all her energy. My son got a lovely controlled slow trot from Lady. Jerry walked fast and got a little upset when Lady got too far ahead.
Both kids get off the horses weird. I missed getting a picture of my son standing up on the saddle as he dismounted. I did catch my daughter’s attempts. Luckily the horses are patient. These mares are wonderful

First Ride!

We did a thing!
It was cool and windy this morning. Kids were happily occupied. My wonderful husband took a moment from his work and helped me out.
I’m not a cowboy and make no claims to be able to ride anything that bucks. It makes me more comfortable is nothing else to have someone at his head. That way we can both just relax and get used to me being up there.
My dog, Pansy, was determined to come in and help out. All he various cats were running through the weeds and fighting each other, as usual. Sunshine was great.
I wont get to work him tomorrow probably but I might be able to on Sunday. Maybe then we’ll circle the other direction 🤣
Video to come, eventually.

Not Quite Riding

Well, it’s not riding.
But it’s getting close!
I have video that may or may not get edited soon, but for now, pictures. Spanish walk from above him, instead of next to, and wandering around with me on his back one way or another. I have a whole plan carefully laid out for the next few days. Things I want to do and actually riding while someone is home.
Then I realize that the next few days will be busy with other things and I’ll be lucky to get to work him at all much less ride 🙁

How does anyone ever actually get this stuff done!


Bus Run

It was supposed to be fairly cool. In the mid 80s, that’s fairly cool for August. The kids had declined to ride over the weekend. Si thought fine, we wont ride now, but, if I show up to pick you up from the bus with horses you wont have any choice but to ride! Or to walk home I suppose.
It was pretty warm by afternoon. I saw 90 showing at home. But I had made plans and we were going to stick to them dang it! I gave myself an hour to get cows here at home checked, saddle horses, and leave with half an hour to get to the highway. Everything took longer than hoped. My dog did not want to be left behind. She had to be caught and forced to wait in the nice cool house, she hates being outside anyway. I saddled the mares and let them loose to graze. Got Rusty saddled and went to catch mares. Lady let me grab her easily from Rusty’s back, I thought she’d be the hard one. Jerry would not let me near her on Rusty.
She was following nicely though and Rusty and Lady get crazed together when we first start out. I let Jerry follow loose and turned Rusty and Lady loose, in a different way, to use up energy and make up time dashing across the hayfield. They were off. Jerry trailed behind, sometimes falling way back, sometimes passing us. At the road I got off and caught her. Then had to get back on. Then enjoyed ponying two horses the rest of the way to the highway.
We waited in the shade of the neighbors driveway for the bus. We hadn’t beat it there by much.
I could see the delight in my children’s eyes before they ever got off the bus even. Or maybe horror. Why did I have to bring the horses? They didn’t want to ride home. Please never do this again! But, they’re out of luck. Both on that day and in the future. No one died. We’re doing it as often as I can manage.
Lady was perfect. For all the energy she had getting to the bus stop she plodded home barely keeping up with the other two speedy horses. She always goes faster away from home, she seems to enjoy the adventure.
Jerry, our slow lazy one was off. She would have beat all of us home by at least half the time if she’d been allowed to go. And that was mostly at a walk. She got to be ponied instead. That made her and Rusty both mad. Then we had to stop regularly to wait for Lady, that was even worse!
It was hot. The horses were lathered. The kids were mad, one more than the other. Lady’s rider went through a stage there where he wanted nothing to do with her but he is back and riding better than ever. He didn’t mind it at all. Jerry’s person might have been happier about it if they could have plodded slowly like they usually do. I was exhausted and not entirely sure why we think this is fun, but ready to do it again next time it cools down a bit!