I’d love to hear all your little stories about horses/ponies you own, lease or hang out with at your yard.
What kind of horses/ponies do you like? Personally, I like everything but I have a passionate, burning adoration for anything that I can’t see over.
My first love was a 16.3 Clydesdale called Tyson. Nobody on the yard liked him because they thought he was pushy, rude, and just a menace. Truth is, nobody had taken the time to get to know him. He was such a gent. I would stand at his stable door and wait until he stepped back to allow me in. I used to hate being late to the yard because whenever someone else would tack him up, they wouldn’t give him the time he needed to accept the bridle and they’d end up hitting him and yelling at him and it was just a mess.
Our boys at Scottish Pony Partners had the farrier yesterday.
Amsel was really in need of a trim. All our horses are barefoot (barehoof?) and just get their hooves trimmed.
I’ve been working on lifting Am’s feet using steady pressure on his chestnut and we’ve gotten it to the stage where he lifts his foot from just a light squeeze. I have to use the rope to keep his hoof lifted because I have the upper body strength of a sprig of parsley.
He’s quite good though. He understands that Kelly needs his hoof for a minute and he just stands there like, ‘Whatever, Ma, I have three others.’
Anyway, his hooves were chipped and ragged but our lovely (and a wee bit gorgeous) farrier trimmed and filed them and now they look fantastic. I put a little bit of hoof oil on them and we went back up to the field.
At SPP HQ we have three fields; one for our little shetland ladies - Ruby and Maisie, one for Tommy and Drum, and one in the back of beyond where Amsel, Findlay and Bailey are kept.
Bailey was in with Drum but because Drum was being bullied, Bailey got swapped for Tommy and now live with Am and Finn. Finn is the herd leader and when the boys were all in together, he kept Bailey in line. Bailey really needs to be kept in line right now because he’s a bit of a dick.
Amsel is the kind of horse who likes having a herd but tends to prefer being at a distance of at least 30 feet from them. Except when it’s me. He likes being attached to my shoulder which is lovely that he wants to be with me but at 15.3hh and 1,300lbs with shire sized hooves, if he spooked, I’d get mashed. So we’ve been working on personal space and he now walks at least two feet away from me, occasionally coming in to nose my hand and then he goes back out.