Just a reminder for my fellow horsey bloggers who are participating in the BBBDR, (Funder, Trails & Trials to name a few), February was the black-out month for entering mileage but it's March now so throw those stats up, ladies!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
New Additions
Today I pulled a little surprise on my husband. It didn't quite work out exactly as planned but still ended up pretty fun and successful. Before my husband met me, when he lived in Santa Barbara (where he grew up), he kept goats and dairy goats, and he has been wanting to get goats since we moved up here 4 years ago. I've been pretty resistant to it, I'm generally not a fan of goats, nor the endless noise they make. Still, my husband supports all my horse lunacy and we have 21 acres with plenty of empty pastures, so it just seems Scrouge-like (and selfish!) to deny him his goat dream forever. He had been mentioning wanting baby goats, and a goat to milk. The boarder goats will be going home in the next month or two and he was starting to get sad about not having goats anymore. I've been going back and forth between surprising him with a goat or two and staying far far away from the subject, but with the imminent goat departure things were starting to come to a head. My good friend L, where mini doxie Wilbur and min horse Napoleon/El Bandito came from, just happens to also have goats--and Arabs *ahem*--and a couple of turkeys she wanted a home for. We put our little heads together and came up with a good trade for a couple of goats, and thus the surprise husband scheme finally came to fruition.
Today he left early to fish and my plan was to run down to L's and pick up the turkeys, which he knew about, and the goats, which he had no clue about. And not just any goats, a pregnant female who will make a good milker (Nan) and a cute baby Boer (Maizie).
So my husband would be getting all his goat dreams fulfilled in just two little goat bodies! Of course when I was at L's the cell rang and it was my husband, J--calling from home! Oh shit! He's not supposed to be home! I am a terrible liar and start laughing and smiling when I'm trying to be sneaky, so J knew something was up even through the phone. I mumbled something and rang off as quickly as possible but knew I was at least a little busted. Still I have been particularly verbally anti-goat lately in anticipation of the surprise and I didn't think he would guess I was bringing any of the little suckers home. I drove home and pulled in the yard and tried to remain calm and casually tell him I picked up the turkeys. Of course the little goats were baa'ing in the back of the truck and it took mere seconds for him to discover them. He was delighted and the goats are now settled in a paddock with a shed while the turkeys joined Sheza and the boarder goats in the big field (they had their wings clipped today).
I built a ghetto gate-keeper for the Sheza pasture, the gate was hung a good foot and a half off the ground and the boarder goats slide under it on their knees and ream the gate dozens of times a day. Plus when I have the horses over there they harass Desire when she gets mash. So I cut a piece of chicken wire mesh fence off the roll (without measure, coz that's how I roll..hey it was only a little too short), grabbed some stakes and my hammer and some hay string--I did say ghetto, didn't I?--and headed out there. The boarder goats are INCREDIBLY nosy and were all over me and the tools and the gate while I was working. It drove me bonkers and I was starting to question just WHY I felt the need to get more of the stupid things. Breathe, breathe. The female goat slid back and forth under the gate and jumped on, in, and all over the Polaris while I contemplated goaty murder and worked away attaching the piece of fence to the gate. I pounded the stakes in on either side to keep them from diving under it, and lashed the stakes to the fence support posts on either side. I hauled some random giant chunks of concrete out and piled them along the bottom of the fence in the middle so they couldn't tunnel under. So far it is holding and they were *pissed* when Desire got her mash at dinner and they couldn't get under the gate to get at it. I should have attached the piece of fence with wire as I know the goats are probably already chewing through the hay string but I couldn't find any wire naturally and wanted to get it done. I'll go back through and use wire here in the next day or so.
Monday we're going back to L's to take a look at a cute young bay individual of another species of animals I mentioned she had..hehe ;)
Today he left early to fish and my plan was to run down to L's and pick up the turkeys, which he knew about, and the goats, which he had no clue about. And not just any goats, a pregnant female who will make a good milker (Nan) and a cute baby Boer (Maizie).
Maizie
Nan is due by the end of march
So my husband would be getting all his goat dreams fulfilled in just two little goat bodies! Of course when I was at L's the cell rang and it was my husband, J--calling from home! Oh shit! He's not supposed to be home! I am a terrible liar and start laughing and smiling when I'm trying to be sneaky, so J knew something was up even through the phone. I mumbled something and rang off as quickly as possible but knew I was at least a little busted. Still I have been particularly verbally anti-goat lately in anticipation of the surprise and I didn't think he would guess I was bringing any of the little suckers home. I drove home and pulled in the yard and tried to remain calm and casually tell him I picked up the turkeys. Of course the little goats were baa'ing in the back of the truck and it took mere seconds for him to discover them. He was delighted and the goats are now settled in a paddock with a shed while the turkeys joined Sheza and the boarder goats in the big field (they had their wings clipped today).
Lex & Clark--SuperTurkeys!
I built a ghetto gate-keeper for the Sheza pasture, the gate was hung a good foot and a half off the ground and the boarder goats slide under it on their knees and ream the gate dozens of times a day. Plus when I have the horses over there they harass Desire when she gets mash. So I cut a piece of chicken wire mesh fence off the roll (without measure, coz that's how I roll..hey it was only a little too short), grabbed some stakes and my hammer and some hay string--I did say ghetto, didn't I?--and headed out there. The boarder goats are INCREDIBLY nosy and were all over me and the tools and the gate while I was working. It drove me bonkers and I was starting to question just WHY I felt the need to get more of the stupid things. Breathe, breathe. The female goat slid back and forth under the gate and jumped on, in, and all over the Polaris while I contemplated goaty murder and worked away attaching the piece of fence to the gate. I pounded the stakes in on either side to keep them from diving under it, and lashed the stakes to the fence support posts on either side. I hauled some random giant chunks of concrete out and piled them along the bottom of the fence in the middle so they couldn't tunnel under. So far it is holding and they were *pissed* when Desire got her mash at dinner and they couldn't get under the gate to get at it. I should have attached the piece of fence with wire as I know the goats are probably already chewing through the hay string but I couldn't find any wire naturally and wanted to get it done. I'll go back through and use wire here in the next day or so.
Monday we're going back to L's to take a look at a cute young bay individual of another species of animals I mentioned she had..hehe ;)
Friday, March 2, 2012
A Lesson Learned
This morning was bitterly cold and windy, there was ice on the pond and in the water buckets. Still the sky was showing signs of turning bright blue and there was sunshine to be had, so I loaded up Desire and headed to the lake to meet up with N. We got there a little before her and there were lot's of trucks and trailers in the parking lot already. Lately Friday at the lake has been nearly as busy on the weekends!
We galloped from the bottom of the hill pictured below, way down where the pipe disappears, to the top. Desire was seriously huffing and puffing, but she did it. It was fuunnnn!
While I was tacking up a lady led her horse over and was asking me how I thought her fit looked on her new Easyboot Gloves. She said she had had someone fit them for her but the fit looked god awful to me. I'm the first to tell you that I'm no boot expert, but I've been using them since last fall and I've become mighty obsessed with them in that time. The fit, the sit, the rubs, the boot losses and recoveries. Anyway in this mare's case, she looked to have a high heel and more upright shape to the hoof. It was obvious that the hooves weren't going down into the toe of the boots at all. I pointed it out to her and mentioned Power Straps and Easyboot Epics (what my high-heeled Blaze goes in now) and she thanked me and went on her way. N saw her later and apparently the boots stayed on, at least for a mosey around the horse camp loop.
Miss D and I headed out along Saddle Dam for a warm up mile while N tacked up. A big group of 6 or 8 riders (including the boot lady) were heading out for the horse camp loop as I was coming back in to rejoin N, but Desire jogged on by without any concern. We joined up with N and headed off for the Visitor Center/ridge trail as usual. At the first water trough not far out from the trailers, N's mare stopped and rubbed her head on the trough but didn't drink, so we continued, walking down a little hill and then starting back up a short steep incline. I started to trot up the incline as we usually do but heard N saying "Stop!" I turned and didn't see anything but N said Willow had reared. Things seemed to be okay so we started to walk on but I heard N cry out again and turned to see Willow rearing and twisting to the right. She kept turning and turning to the right and half rearing, finally N bailed but then Willow kept turning and knocked her whole body in N a couple of times as she tried to catch her. It all happened so quickly and was so hard to tell at first what was wrong. Willow finally stopped and N immediately saw that one of her rein stoppers was gone and the martingale ring had slip up and become stuck on the rein clip, thereby effectively cranking Willow's head to the right and keeping her turning in frantic circles to try to relieve the pressure. It wasn't the mare's fault, but resulted in a serious crack to N's head plus being body swiped by her horse 3 or 4 times. It could have been worse but it wasn't great! N thought her nose might be broken but it wasn't bleeding and she decided to lead Willow on foot for a minute and see how she felt. We got almost to the foot of the long hill up to the Visitor's Center and then N told me to go on ahead and ride and she would hang out with Willow, maybe ride a little, but wasn't feeling she would be able to continue at speed. I felt really bad and offered to ride with her back to the trailer but she insisted she was okay. There were lots of people out on the trails today which made me feel a little better that she would find help if she needed it, but I was still a little worried about her for the remainder of the ride.
I headed on up the hill alone. My lady parts were reminding me what time of the months it was and were seriously questioning my decision to be out trotting around on a horse, let alone for miles. But with N's determination not to waste her trip to the trail fresh in my mind, I told my lady parts to shut up and eat saddle.
Oroville Dam spillway
We ended up going 16 miles in 3 hours, including a sweet gallop up the steep galloping hill C showed me a couple weeks back. All of the boots stayed on for that this time, thankfully. Desire moved out well, on the way out she was moving steadily about 7.5 mph but on the way back of course it was most like 9. Still she was willing to be out alone and trotting down the trail nicely. She did a couple of really sharp, really ridiculous sideways surges while moving at a good clip which is always SO FUN to sit. I am top heavy in the chestibules and tend to ride (and live) with tension in my shoulders, so I really try to focus on balance and relaxation when I ride, but it's darn hard to work on that stuff when you are constantly just working to stay *on top* of your horse who floats like a butterfly left and right as the logs and scary rocks flash by.
The Scariest Stuff on Earth... Just ask Desire.
Love the trails along the water
Ninja photography from her back
Watch Your Knees Bridge
We galloped from the bottom of the hill pictured below, way down where the pipe disappears, to the top. Desire was seriously huffing and puffing, but she did it. It was fuunnnn!
I saw Willow at the trailer as Desire and I walked down the hill to the trailers. N was over chatting with some other horse friends but came over and said she had taken some ibuprofen and was feeling okay, but her left eye was already starting to darken from the impact to her face. Maann I have been whacked in the face by a horse head and it hurts so damn bad! I feel for her. Like she said though, it could have been worse. We're not sure if her rein stop broke/came off when Willow rubbed her head on the water trough right before before it happened, but boy does that just show you how important those rein stops are!! Things could have really gotten out of hand and I'm so glad they didn't. Still N will be feeling it for a few days, no doubt, and Willow got a good scare. It certainly made me sit up and take notice--let's all check our tack and make sure small but essential things are present and accounted for!
Good ride. Got lot's of sun. Really hungry!
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