Daily Routine – Morning

What’s it like having horses at home?

Carrot Check
First thing, Greg goes up to the barn to feed carrots. He will do this even if he is leaving at dark-stupid hundred. Before he heads down the driveway, he wants to see both horses with two ears pointing up and four legs pointing down.

When he comes back to the house, he brings the serving buckets from dinner. We leave them in the field/stall after dumping the feed. Right now, it’s a moot point. Both horses are on dry sweet feed, so nothing sticks to the inside of the buckets. When we were serving oil, or soaking alfalfa pellets, it was helpful to have the horses keep the buckets from getting grotty. My inner Pony Clubber wonders about leaving handles in the field but a) the buckets are small and lightweight, given a bucket v. horse situation, the horse would win, and b) the horses LOVE checking them out, even if the buckets are dry and empty. Something might be lurking in the bottom!

In
Next is breakfast.

The stall opens into the run-in shed which opens into the field. All I need to do is open the door. And wait. You’d think Milton would be at the door demanding to be let in. Not so much. Sometimes they have wondered off to the other end of the pasture. I have to wait for them to wander back. Sometimes they hurry; sometimes not. Overfed much? Even if they are in the area of the barn, Milton has to stare off into space, or circle around inside the run-in shed, or zig to carefully avoid the mud patch – something you love to see in a potential event horse. Heaven forbid I try to get Milton in before he has had his morning carrot. The last time this happened, I thought I was going to have to put halters on to sort everyone out.

While Milton is making up his mind, I have to keep Rodney out of the stall. ‘I’ll go in.’ he says. ‘There’s hay in there.’ he says. ‘Really, not a problem. I’d be happy to go in the stall.’ I have nightmare flashes of what would happen if both horses ended up in the stall at the same time. Milton would kick like a fiend and Rodney would have trouble finding the exit.

I serve hay and leave them to it. Rodney gets his hay next to the stall so that he will keep Milton company.

Out
At some point, I wander back to the barn to let Milton out. Sometimes Rodney has left the shed to graze; other times he is napping next to the stall. The duration of Milton’s contemplation session varies. If it’s raining, I leave him in to eat hay. They’d just stand in the run-in anyway. If it’s winter and a bright sunny day, I let him out early so they can sun. It’s not an exact process. Ideally, we’d like him to get over whatever was bothering him [Naptime] and live out 24/7.

Even if we are leaving right away, we still put Milton up, let him eat, and turn him out a few minutes later. It’s easier than explaining, ‘No, today you eat outside.’

That’s me. Doorwarden to a horse.

Housecleaning
The horses wander off. I muck the stall and refill the water. Milton is only in for a few hours. I have to pick up one or two piles. Unlike Rodney, Milton prefers an al fresco urinal. Often, he will pee immediately after being let out. Almost as if he is holding it until then. Rodney, OTOH, prefers to have his urinal lined with shavings. It is almost always the first thing he does when let into the stall. All of which means that Milton’s stall is easy to clean and that I pay way more attention to horse urination patterns than is probably healthy.

Next week – the rest of the day.

If you have horses at home, what is your routine? If you have a long answer & don’t have a blog, would you consider a guest post? If you are a blogger, consider this an informal blog hop invitation. Either way, it would be fun to hear about other people’s barn life.

Update [Daily Routine – Afternoon & Evening]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Rodney’s Reaction

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I have written two posts about Rodney’s Happy Meter [Progress, Taste Vs. Authenticity has commentary on the photo in Doctor Whooves]. Each time, I get a host of anecdotal agreement. Horses who enjoy grooming. Horses who embarrass their owners in front of children. I wonder if these events are more common that I realize, only we don’t hear about it because we don’t talk about such subjects in polite company. After all, I don’t see ‘Does Your Gelding Display?’ as cover story for Practical Horseman.

Also, is this behavior more typical of geldings than of stallions?

Previous Horse was gelded late, possibly as old as four or five. He may have been used as a tease stallion. He had a host of stallion behaviors including assertiveness, screaming to announce himself, and showing off for mares. OTOH, he was never one to let it all hang out for nonbusiness purposes. As far as I know, Rodney was gelded at about one year, a standard time for domestic horses.

From this extensive data sample, I could make an argument for neoteny, i.e. “the retention by adults of traits previously seen only in the young.” Wiki. Previous Horse went through the full development cycle. He exhibited adult stallion behaviors. Rodney > early gelding > lack of testosterone > retention of foal behaviors. Or am I flailing about in an unscientific haze?

Any foal/stallion/gelding experts care to weigh in?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Milton’s Menu

Grain first, then hay.

This is the order of the meal.

The order of the meal shall not be f*cked with.

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Milton has European tastes. He eats his salad after, thank you. At mealtime, we feed grain first. While they are eating, the server arranges the hay. Since the horses are at pasture, they have the constant option of filling their bellies. Therefore, feeding hay first is not as important as it would be otherwise.

If the grain is late – for whatever reason – Milton will mill and fuss and demand to be fed. He has no desire to eat hay while he is waiting. That is not how it is done! Don’t you people know this?!

Rodney prefers grain, obviously, but he will tuck into whatever is in front of him. Ditto Previous Horse. Mathilda felt the way Milton does about salad apres. [Fear! Fire! Foes! Nevermind.]

Your horse(s): rigid eater(s) or opportunistic vacuum(s)?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

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Letter Art: G is for Ghost Gallery

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Our cat, Ghost, disappeared in the spring of last year. 😦 The time has come to take him off the critter page [Cast]. I didn’t want him to vanish without comment. The gallery records Ghost’s blog appearances over the years. Click on any photo for a slide show.

Ghost was adopted by the three Siamese boys.
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He got his name because we rarely saw him at the beginning. Even after several years, he remained semi-feral. We could pat him, occasionally, at night, when the house was quiet.

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He was a cat’s cat.

Ghost Blue chair Feb 9 14

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Katherine Walcott

2016 Alphabet

Link to 2015 Alphabet

Tweet Storage as of April 2016

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I have wandered away from Twitter, for the time being. It never spoke to me. Blog: Rodney’s Saga, Facebook: Rodney’s Saga, Instagram: Rodney’s Saga, yes. Twitter: Rodney’s Saga, not so much. Therefore, I am archiving my last tweets. At least until Twitter speaks to me again.

Previous: Tweet Storage as of Dec 18, 2015

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Nerves Update, April 2016

I can stop questioning my nerves. They won’t get better until I ride or come to terms with Rodney &/or Milton. As long as those two remain gorgeous and useless, I will feel like a failure, which will erode my confidence, which will increase my anxiety. Simple as that.

Nerves – at least my nerves – compound themselves. Granted horses can always be dangerous. Hence the helmet. Given that, why am I such a mess before lessons and shows? I am doing three simple gaits on a reliable school horse in a contained environment. Why am I so damn nervous? What can I do to stop being so damn nervous? When does it get easier?

I have tried to fix the nerves with books [Show Report], self talk [Banishing the F-word, Embrace the Day], and professional help [And So We Leave Behind the Sports Psychology Adventure]. I have pondered the problem [too many links to list].

Despite all this, nerves are not getting better. If anything, they are gradually getting worse. At the last show [Report], I was so wound up before my classes that someone seriously suggested I look into anti-anxiety medicine. (I did. Only treats symptoms.) OTOH, I am usually in the first few classes. Waiting until the middle of the afternoon gave me way too much time to stew.

Then, at my most recent lesson, I was a stellar mess beforehand and – more troubling – I did not settle down once I started riding. Usually, I am okay once I get going [ibid]. OTOH, I rode a horse I have not ridden in a while, using a different saddle, in a group lesson. Each of these factors stresses my comfort level, so the combination of the three may have been a one-off in terms of nerves.

Although they rear their ugly, pointy heads there, I think my nerves have nothing to do with the kind horses and the nice people at the Saddlebred barn.

Why am I so damn nervous? Because of the home team.
What can I do to stop being so damn nervous? Fix the home team.
When does it get easier? When the home team gets fixed.

I’m not saying this is a healthy outlook, just the one I have to work with.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott