14/03/2020
Hello to all those who started to follow my posts. Sorry it's been a while but real life is what happens when you have other plans!!
For those new to my posts I try and cover items in a way that perhaps gives the horses perspective on things we do. I'm certainly not trying to humanise them as we are two entirely different beings.I do believe,however, that we are both capable of feeling fear, pain, cold, hunger, confusion, panic and hopelessness as well as feelings of security, affection and belonging.
What is bomb proof?
Dictionary: In the case of a tame animal, a horse, is not easily alarmed by unusual circumstances.
Not easily alarmed by unusual circumstances………………………………….
How do you define that? What is usual for one horse is unusual for another!
I say that because my newish mare, Grace, was used to living in a field with lots of companions, being ridden by youngsters at weekends. Apart from that , I knew nothing about her, but was assured she was a good girl and favourite among the youngsters. She was used to being ridden in a very built up area and said to be good in traffic.
As we hacked down the narrow country lanes one day, we met the bin lorry three times!! The sight of a large wagon, yellow lights flashing, making its way towards you could be very scary. Grace took it all in her stride standing quietly while the monster truck passed by. Yes, she is good in traffic, and to be fair, she is a very honest, brave lady who tries her best to comply with my requests whether ridden or handled. Sometimes she needs convincing as her new home is nothing like her old, and sometimes scary.
At first, I found handling her outside the box was easier for her to cope with, even brushing her indoors caused her to become defensive, turning away from me. Picking out her feet was difficult as she would give the fronts immediately wanting them back, kicking out with her hinds when I even approached them. For a couple of weeks I did everything I needed to do, handling wise, while she was outside and left her to just to eat when in her box.
She slowly got used to me being in the box with her and I can now groom, pick out feet, put sun block and fly spray on with no panic. She also knows to stay in her box even if the door is open until I invite her out. She is a very quick learner and I appreciate the effort she makes to understand what I want.
Grace lives on a farm with one friend, surrounded by narrow lanes, high hedges and lots of scary sheep! I gave Grace a few weeks to settle in to her new surroundings and new friend only bringing her in , grooming and turning out. Next, a friend and I led her out round the corner for a short distance and gradually increased that distance until she went all the way to the junction. The sheep, in the fields, both fascinated and scared the pants off her at the same time but as long as I walked with her she would risk it. We then started hacking out alone, gradually going further and further. She was always reluctant to go along the scary part of the lane but relaxed once we had turned the corner. We also hacked the other way out of the farm so she could get used to that route too.
One day though the scary part of the lane became a problem and she decided she would rather not. She did nothing crazy or try to dislodge me, merely walked backwards very quickly, away from the lane. I asked three times and she tried three times to get round the corner, bottling it at the last minute. I understood her reluctance, the lane is narrow and the hedges had grown tall and thick which made it even more tunnel like. As the end of the road bends sharply to the left it looks as if you are walking into a dead end. The fact she was enclosed on both sides, with no way out ahead and deadly sheep lurking where she couldn’t see them was too much.
Lots of people will say I did the wrong thing, but I turned her round asking her to go the other way. If she was merely refusing to go out she would try and go home, but she didn’t. She marched along and we had a wonderful ride, even passing some pigs at a junction on the way home. Being on the way home helped of course but she still had to summon up the courage as she had never seen or heard pigs before.
Now I believe that day I proved to her that I will listen to her concerns and try and address them. I could have spent hours trying to force her round the corner, or resorted to a whip (which I don’t carry) but all that would have done would wear us both out and cause damage to the relationship I was trying to develop.
What I did do, for the next seven days however, was to walk her out in hand along that lane just as I had when she first arrived. This time though I encouraged her to stop and graze next to the hedges so she could realise it wasn’t a bad place. Once passed the sheep she was allowed to graze again before making the journey back . All the time I praised and spoke to her in a calm and relaxed manner so she would see I wasn’t worried about being there.
I then forgot about the lane and hacked out the other way for a couple of weeks. One day when we were going out she offered to turn towards the scary lane, but I asked her to go the other way. Her offer was good enough that day.
A few days later, I did ask her to hack down the scary lane and, with a millisecond of hesitation, she walked on relaxed and unhurried.
We have since done many exciting or sometimes scary things together but have always overcome any anxiety or fear by working together. She lets me know if she needs a bit of backup, which she gets, and I show my appreciation when she overcomes anything she finds unusual.
What I am trying to say is, a horse is a horse and will be frightened of things on occasions. It is how we deal with it makes the difference between the horse learning to accept it or not.
Grace is not now easily alarmed by unusual circumstances, as my little poem shows.
My little cream cob and I went out to find somewhere new to explore
I said I’ve found a brand new path we’ve never been down before
So off we set all cheerful and feeling quite excited
Our inner fearless Bear Grylls having been ignited
My little friend took it all in her stride and boldly marched along
And I full of the joys of spring sang her a little song
The end of the track I assumed would
Bring us back out where I thought it should
My little mare worked hard and then worked harder still
The track was steep and winding never ending up the hill!
And at the top what did we spy…………………..
Large machines ,that were built to fly!
Even though a little scared she kept her trust in me
And kept on going forward, ‘til the tracks end we could see
Homeward bound, we’re on our way
…………..Or maybe it’s the other way?
A passing driver helped us out and told us where we were
Not where I’d expected so I told my little mare
Sorry…….. but I much regret
We’re having to retrace our steps
So back along the steep and windy track my girl strode out
I’ve no doubt she was thinking, “what the hell was that about?”
But purposefully, on she strode
And soon we hit the home road
I was full of admiration for my little cob today
Even more than usual and that is hard to say!
No matter what I asked of her nor where I said to go
She answered only yes ok, never thinking no
To thank her for her efforts as she never stopped or balked
I walked the last mile with her and happily we talked
She may just be a little cob no fancy name or breed
But she is something special, and everything I need.🥰