Differences

When it comes to working with horses we all have our own  personal, and strong, opinions on how it needs to be done. We are seldom shy about expressing them. Telling other people what they are doing wrong and how they should be doing things is a favorite pastime of horse people.

The problem  with this is that we have no idea about the other persons ideas, goals, or story when it comes to horses. Before offering help, or worse telling someone what to do, what will work, what wont,  we need to stop and remember that we only have experience with our own lives, that’s all we know. Of course we assume that that is what there is to experience and how everyone experiences life. It isn’t until we grow those gathered experiences and expand upon them that we begin to see that there is a whole other world out there, that everyone experiences life differently and responds differently to those experiences that we realize how much there is that we don’t know.

Just because one thing doesn’t work for us doesn’t mean that it doesn’t work for everyone. Just because we are able to do something one way doesn’t mean that everyone can. We all have our own separate roads to follow. That means that we can’t force others to follow our path or even that they should.

I train using positive reinforcement. Obviously I think its the best way to go. That doesn’t mean other ways don’t also work and make a happy well trained horse when used well.

There are so many different ways to train within the realms of positive reinforcement even. I use pressure and release, it’s a great tool in the positive reinforcement tool box. There’s no need to use escalating force,  no need to make it aversive to the horse. Pressure and release is a way to offer guidance and give clear signals to avoid stressing the horse as he tries to figure out what we want. It can be the equivalent of being lead by your partner in a dance or holding hands with a loved one as  they walk with you down the street. A kind, gentle guidance.

Some people aren’t able to use it well. That is just fine. They don’t need to use that tool if it doesn’t work for them. Nobody should use a training method they aren’t capable of using well. That doesn’t mean the training method is bad, it means the training method doesn’t suit that one person using it.

As we travel this path with our horses, and with the other people traveling the what appears to be the same path with us, we need to remember that even though our roads look the same we all travel them differently. The way that is right for one may not be right for the other.

The important thing, the way to decide if a method is working well, is whether or not the horse is happy. He is after all the one whose opinion matters here.

 


Not The Typical Reinforcement

I saddled Rusty today Planning on a ‘real’ ride.

The kids were busily occupied and I had some time. He has been getting tired  of me riding in  our little arena. Tricks are more fun. He gets to stand around and have food shoveled into his mouth. What’s not to love?

He does seem to enjoy going out and covering country though, instead of the working on  intricate little details that I’ve been wanting to do. He came to the gate as usual but had to stand and think hard about actually coming through it. I thought I’d let him decide what we’d do to start with. He could chose something he liked to do before I asked him to do what I wanted. Once saddled and on I let the reins lay and off he went.

He was going somewhere and in a hurry.

We cut the corner around the trees tight, slipping and sliding on the ice. I was tempted to grab mu reins and steer us to safer footing but then we were through there and there was no point. I thought he was heading for the other horses, but no. We came to them and kept going. That wasn’t where he was headed.
Out to the cattle he sped. Up the lane in  the feedlot.

Now I remembered. We had ridden out here earlier this week. Came to check a tank  that had run over and stopped to share some of the cattle fed while we were here.

Sure enough. He went right to the feed bunk he had enjoyed last time.

When we think about positive reinforcement we usually think about the immediate reward. The click and the treat.

Positive reinforcement is any reward, at any time, that makes a behavior more likely to occur again.

By stopping to enjoy a snack Rusty rewarded himself for riding out there. He wanted to do it again.

When I was in high school my mom  would drop me off at the barn on summer mornings and leave me there to ride all day. Once I rode way down the road to a town with a little grocery store. I tied my horse to the railing at the front entrance and went in. I got a snack for me and a bag of carrots for him. We both enjoyed our treat then rode home.

The next time we rode out he went enthusiastically in that direction. I decided it was because he had enjoyed his carrots. Unfortunately I never put much more deep thought into it. I might have found positive reinforcement much earlier!

What is the point of all that? I’m not entirely sure. Except if your horse is reluctant to leave the barn for trail rides. You might want to consider bringing a snack for him to enjoy at the farthest point.

Mostly though, I think, it’s that positive reinforcement is so much more than a click and a treat. What other ways can we find to encourage the behaviors we want?

 


Dropping

Rusty finally did it! And with all the new people here I think we should talk about it. Air our dirty laundry if you will, or airing something for sure

Some geldings will never drop when we are working with them while others like to have it hanging out at all times.

There are quite a few reasons as to why geldings to drop while working with us. One is that they are stressed, overly excited about the food they are expecting to receive, not sure about what they should be doing to get it. In this case it’s a sign that we need to slow down and take a big step back.

To help them to calm down we need to find a lower value feed, ramp up our rate of reward, the speed at which we are clicking and treating, and break our training down into smaller slices so they can understand what we are asking better.

The second reason is a lot like the first but a step down from there. My horse, Rusty, usually drops while training because I have pushed him a little out of his comfort zone. He isn’t anywhere near the extremely stressed state of our first reason. He’s still calm and mannerly, no other signs of stress showing. It happens when I ask for something new. When he isn’t completely sure what I am asking and it happens whether we are training with treats or not.

This still calls for some of the same fixes. I need to make sure I am breaking my training down far enough. We need to go slow and be patient, help him to become comfortable with the new questions I’m asking. Soon he settles down and gets comfortable and things go back where they belong.

So many of the horses in this group seem to drop because they are relaxed and happy. Some people don’t believe that a horse can or should be relaxed enough during training to be “that” relaxed but it sure looks like a common occurrence.

Ineke‘s horse, JB, is always letting it hang out. He knows what is going on, there’s nothing new or stressful, he’s calm, relaxed, and happy.

Now Rusty has dropped out of shear relaxation. I was giving him a good scratch the other day before making him go back out to pasture with his herd. He loves to have his belly scratched. I was working my way around when I bumped into something and there it was. Not a drop of stress involved.

Knowing our horses well, knowing their habits, likes, and dislikes is key to training. If your horse never drops and has all of a sudden it’s important to look for causes. It might be a sign that you need to look closely at your training. If it’s his normal way of working and everything is good, then there’s nothing to worry about.

Unless you want to take pictures. Then you might have a bit of a problem

Yes, I know he’s not very dropped here. Later he was at the wrong angle for the camera to get that part.


Head Down

Seldom does it work out so perfectly.
I wanted to make a video showing a certain way to teach a horse to lower his head and relax. It wasn’t what I was aiming for when I started working with Harvey but soon opportunity presented and I had to take advantage.
We were hanging out in our ‘arena’ when we heard a noise. Harvey’s head went up and he was on high alert. It grew louder and closer as we looked, quivering, in that direction.
Soon a flat bed pickup appeared coming down the driveway. I think there was a generator running in the bed to add to the roar of the diesel and the front bumper hung drunkenly off the front dragging in the road ahead as it came.
In the pen the other horses took off running. Towards the scary noise. Harvey trotted off in that direction too.
He was loose, as usual, working at liberty. I imagined him running off chasing the pickup down. Doing his beautiful bucking, snorting, running around like a beautiful idiot thing in front of these strangers. Me following along to collect my lost horse.
How embarrassing.
But Harvey stopped when I called. He wasn’t coming back to me but he stood there, head high, ears pricked, staring intently.
That was when I remembered the calming cue goal.
Walking up to him I stroked his neck. He stood trembling a moment. Then he lowered his head!
It had worked!
He wasn’t calm yet by any means as the pickup made a few laps around the yard rattling and clanging, broken bumper leading the way.
He stayed with me though. I stroked his neck he dropped his head. Gradually the head dropping stayed longer and longer. Eventually he turned and followed me back.
I had gotten it on camera! The perfect example of the trick at work in real life circumstances. It was so exciting!
In the house again afterwards I hurried too get the video transferred to my computer to watch it.
And.
He had smeared the lens completely when he decided to eat my GoPro earlier!
So close and yet so far. Oh well. It may be worth using even with the blur.
The pickup? It was the local co-op coming to do a soil test. They were lost inn the yard trying to find a way out to the field that wasn’t blocked by snow drifts. Not a big deal, just noisy

 


January Western Dressage Show, NAWD Ranch Horse Division

Here is the score sheet from the western dressage test.
Yay! We took first place!
Oh, wait. We were the only ones riding that test. Not so exciting.
You people need to get out there and enter the next one! It’s coming up soon. It’s easy. It’s fun! Winning against yourself, not so much fun
I know dressage is a competition against yourself to strive for constant improvement. I fully appreciate and love that. But still. It would be fun to have more people.

I had printed out the test and carefully brought it with me to practice and memorize. And still managed to memorize it wrong!
That night, after sending the test in, my daughter was looking at the paper on the table wanting to know what that drawing meant. I was explaining how it showed what to do in a dressage test, walk here, circle here, trot, and wait a minute!! That’s not how I rode the test!
I started messaging all the usual people I like to bother, Andrea to be exact. She told me to go bother someone else 😜 So I emailed the very nice patient lady in charge and told her what I had done. Could I retract my test?
She said I could if I wanted. She had seen the video and yes, I had certainly ridden it wrong.
But.
The penalty for that would be small. Small enough that it didn’t seem to me that it was worth trying to do that again. I had coerced my husband into filming and he wasn’t going too be available again for a week, not until after the show officially ended. We had found a time when the ground was still a bit frozen and not quite as slick, the likelihood of doing that again was slim. And I had picked up my “arena” already.
I would take the penalty.
The next show starts on the fourteenth. I plan to ride this same test again and see if we can get it right this time! Maybe we can find somewhere even less slick. Mostly, hopefully we can continue to improve and do better than we did this time around 💜


Western Dressage

Rusty and I are back at it with the Western Dressage. Our first virtual show is done and over. Reading through the comments on our test was a test of my pride verses humility, willingness to learn and improve.
Shoulders dropped, bend not clear, strung out. It can be hard to read the critiques.
Not that it was all bad or that there wasn’t good in there too. Forward and balanced, nice lengthening, softness and relaxation shown. Those were more fun to read. The comments are always to the point, well thought out, and really quite fun to read.
Clinging to either the good or the bad completely wont do us any good though. They both need to be taken into consideration and worked on as a whole.
I could offer up all sorts of excuses for the bad. It was icy and slick, Rusty had hardly been ridden (and who’s fault is that?) but they don’t change anything. We need to keep at it and work to get better.
That is the fun part!
Once upon a time, long long ago, I knew a lady. She had recently broken her arm badly in a riding accident. The scars from surgery showed clearly down the length of her arm as I talked to her that day. Her husband was recovering from a heart attack brought on by a horse he was riding rearing up and going over backwards on him. He was lucky to be alive, saved by a life flight to Denver.
I was on my way to a riding lesson. We were lucky to have a trainer of that quality willing to make the drive down to our little town to give lessons all day. It was exciting and I couldn’t wait.
I told this lady about it as we made the usual horse talk. She should get signed up for the next time and get some lessons too! It was so much fun and an opportunity not to be missed.
I’ll never forget the look she gave me. I had offended her dreadfully.
I thought SHE needed riding lessons!? (her actual words) How dare I imply that she didn’t know how to ride.
Had I invited her to the lessons because I thought she didn’t know how to ride?
To be honest, I had, at least partially. She, and her husband, and children were likely to get killed at the rate they were going.
That wasn’t all of it though. I hadn’t meant to insult her. I was off to take lessons too. I wasn’t saying in anyway that I was better than her. All the good riders I knew were taking advantage of the chance at lessons.
Because of her pride she missed out on a wonderful learning opportunity. Without humility we lose the chance to improve. It can be hard swallowing our pride and admitting that we make mistakes, that we are human, that we might not be perfect.
I am doing my best not to follow in her footsteps.
We made mistakes, fairly big ones, on our test. Instead of getting upset and embarrassed about our mistakes, or offended that anyone would think we weren’t perfect, I am going to try  to accept them, take note of them, and remember them  to work on for next time.
That’s the fun of competing, finding out what needs work and where we can improve for next time!

Seeking To Learn

“The moment you say “yeah, but, ” is the moment that you don’t want my honest opinion. You want me to say what you want to hear.” Quoting Denny Emerson, quoting Mike Page.
It doesn’t matter who said it and it’s not the first time anyone has said it.
It is such a painfully true statement. I know I’ve said it when people are saying something that I don’t want to hear. We all have a list of excuses as to why we can’t, why our horse isn’t.
Truth hurts and learning is painful. Even when we want to learn it is still hard to hear that we have been wrong and being humble enough to accept the shear multitude of things we don’t know is nearly impossible.
As they also say, the more you know the more you know you don’t know. And the less you know the more confident you are in your knowledge.
Go. Seek. Learn. Keep an open mind, just because something is different doesn’t mean it is wrong. I will strive to do the same.

Groundwork

Improving ridden work with ground work.

It’s muddy and icy and I don’t have enough time to ride anyway.

Not a problem.

Spending just a few minutes on the one tiny patch of dry ground, we can work on our roll back skill and build a bit of muscle. Cow work, reining, western dressage, there are few things that don’t benefit from a good roll back. This is our first time working on it this way. Looks like it could be a great exercise though!


The Dark Side Of Positive Reinforcement

Nobody ever tells you about the dark side of positive reinforcement.

We hear all about how our horses will behave better and be happier doing so. About how willing it will make them, how they will want to work with you, about how you will be able to accomplish things you never dreamed possible in half the time. That’s all well and good but with every good thing there has to be a draw back. Doesn’t there?

There is and it’s a big one.

What happens those times when you have to work one horse and another one is left standing at the gate, alone, unloved, abandoned. Standing there calling out, pleading for some attention. Why, oh why would you do this to him. How could you leave him there in an agonized fit of jealousy and longing. Why wont you work him too?

The pain of trying to work one horse while another stands staring over the gate accusingly. He knows what you are doing. He knows that other horse is getting to work and receiving treats. The feel of eyes boring into your back as you try to concentrate is unbearable. The guilt crushing.

Then comes time to put them away. To force them back out into the pasture with their friends and free choice hay.

Not only do you have to drag the horse who has just finished working through the gate, you also have to fight your way through horses wanting to come out and work while pulling along the horse who doesn’t want to go back.

Allow them to chose when they want to work, say the positive reinforcement trainers. You’ll get more from them if you give them choice, they say. That will never work in real life! I’d never be able to do anything but work with my horses! Not that I would mind that so much but children seem to think I should pay attention to them once in awhile and everyone expects to be fed. Then there’s that silly housework stuff, nothing I want to be doing anyway. Sometimes we just have to make horses do as we say.

There comes a time when I just have to put a halter on. There’s nothing else for it.

Go ahead an buy into this positive reinforcement stuff if you will but always remember there is a dark side to the positive side.

 


Snow Stories

It’s still snowing today. The second day of it. Not a blizzard, not for us at least. A decent amount of snow and we can hear the wind howling out there from here behind the safety and protection  of the wind break.

It was time for the kids to get outside.

We went out tromping through the high snow drifts, up to their waists,  and I decided it was story time. They needed to know what to do just in case. It’s one of my favorite stories so I thought I would tell it here too.

Long ago in a land far away, a little over ten years ago and about an hour west, I was working on a ranch. It was high empty country, beautiful and desolate. Nothing to break the wind clear to the Wyoming border. Deep draws where you could look down on the bald eagles nesting high in  the cotton wood trees. Not a drop of water and soil that would only grow good Buffalo grass. Ranch country.

The bad drought of 2006 and ’07 was just breaking, and doing it dramatically. There had been a few grass fires already that spring before the blizzards set in. Nothing was going to burn for a long time after it started snowing. Three weeks in a row, three blizzards to bury the pastures and leave the cows tired and cold. Calving was not going well.

The third blizzard was the worst. The snow a fine mist that got into your lungs making it nearly impossible to breath. It blew through the smallest cracks, filling the barns where we tried to find shelter for the smallest of the calves. The bigger of the calves were tucked away as good as could be up one of the deep draws, lots of hay and as much windbreak as could be found. It was a good place, if they would stay put.

The cows stayed pretty good. They knew better than to wander into the wind. The calves weren’t so smart.

Braving the storm every couple of hours to check them found a calf that had drifted down the draw to where it became shallow as it opened up to the flat open grassland. He was still down in the dry creek bottom but no  longer sheltered at all. Back hunched he stood cold and still, the thought of turning back into that wind to get back to his mom never crossing his mind.

He would need put back.

Leaving the warmth and shelter of the pickup, the wind struck like a whip. Sucking the wind from my lungs and impossible to breath without filling my lungs with snow. Pulling my scarf over my face I made my way down to the calf. He took off. I followed up the other side of the shallow draw following a path trampled firm across an old snow bank. Until he turned.

Once off the old path he was on new snow, light and fluffy. He fell in like if he had stepped onto a lake. Not spending a lot of time thinking at that moment I followed him. As soon as I stepped off the old beaten path I fell in too. Up to my armpits in soft fluffy snow. I was stuck. For a moment I thought I would die there. The soft snow I was in combined with the whirling blowing snow filling my lungs. Drowning on dry ground, I couldn’t breath.

Fighting the panic I got a hold of my scarf and pulled it back over my mouth and drew some grateful breaths. The calf and I sat there eye to eye. Stuck.

I tried to climb out. The calf climbed on top of me. We both sank again. Still stuck. Looking into that calves eyes I thought.

My dad had told us lots of stories growing up of his life running wild along the Platte and Missouri Rivers when he was a child. Quick sand was a constant threat. Never fight it he had always said. If you get in quicksand, swim. Fighting will suck you deeper if you go with it and quietly swim you can swim out like it was water. This snow was the closest I had ever seen to quick sand. No harm in trying. Turning down hill, back towards the blown bare dirt of the draw I pretended it was water and swam. On my belly I didn’t sink, the weight was spread out enough that the snow could hold me. Crawling along I was able to move and slowly but surely made my way to the bottom and firm ground.

The calf had decided I was his friend by then. Amazing how facing life threatening difficulties will bring two strangers together that way 😉 He followed me through that snow. My weight compressed the snow enough that he was able to walk behind me. Stepping on my legs all the way. The calf had decided I was mom and was glued to my side. He followed me as I walked him back up the draw to the rest of the herd. I go to walk with the wind at least beck down to the pickup and back to the house where I was able to warm up for  little bit. Until it was time to go back out again.