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This is amazing.  I suppose the closest we have here in Britain is Trec, but that seems pretty tame in comparison.  Especially around 3 mins 12 when the horse backs into the water.  Very impressive stuff.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbUt-rOQaaQ

Just a Horse

From time to time, people tell me, 'lighten up, it's just a horse,' or, 'that's a lot of money for just a horse'. They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for 'just a horse.'

Some of my proudest moments have come about with 'just a horse.' Many hours have passed and my only company was 'just a horse,' but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by 'just a horse,' and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of 'just a horse' gave me comfort and reason to overcome the dark.

Those who think it's 'just a horse,' probably also use phrases like 'just a friend,' 'just a sunrise,' or 'just a promise.' 'Just a horse' brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. 'Just a horse' brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.

Because of 'just a horse' I rise early, take long walks, and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not 'just a horse' but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

'Just a horse' brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday others have the opportunity to understand that it's not 'just a horse' but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being 'just a woman.'

So the next time you hear the phrase 'just a horse,' smile. You are one of the blessed few who understands.

So........................winter is upon us.  The horses have been stabled at night since early Autumn, so there shouldn't be much adjusting to do to a new routine.  It's just getting used to doing everything in the dark and the cold.  Wolfie and the ponies moved up to their winter grazing last weekend, the last field change I'm hoping and the last time the electric fencing gets moved any great distance for a while.  The electric fencing has it's benefits when it is working, when it is not working it can be very time consuming, dangerous and gives me a complete headache.  Prior to the field move, Wolfie was going over and through the electric fencing at every opportunity, leading everyone else out the field like the pied piper.

I've been trying to keep him busy and he has been going through the usual seasonal spooking.  I need to accept that I can only do what the weather allows me to do and not get frustrated when I can't ride or work him due to the weather.  I took him in the school during the week, forgetting he hadn't been in there with the flood lights on since last year.  It was cold and then fireworks started going off.  I'm not quite sure how I managed to stay on, luck more than anything.  I'm considering getting one of those hit-air vests.  I don't ride in my body protector because I hate it and feel it really restricts me.  If I was doing any jumping, I would probably put it on, but I won't hack out in it or school in it.  The air vests are really expensive, but they are supposed to be really light weight and unobtrusive.  If you come detached from the saddle and they have to inflate they are supposed to provide protection for your neck, rib cage, chest, lower back and vital organs.  I'll need to look into that for next year, especially if I want to do any cross country schooling.  I also need to get a new riding hat.  My hat makes me feel 'safe' as it's so comfortable and I've had it for so long, but it's not a great fit any more and it has saved my head from getting smacked off the ground many times, so it's probably time to think about replacing it.

I hacked Wolfie out yesterday.  It's the first time we've been out of the yard in about 3 weeks.  It was raining, but it went off in the afternoon and I thought I would chance a short hack.  As soon as I got on him he had his back arched, that usually goes one way or the other.  Into bronco mode or he walks it out.  He walked it out and although he was looky, he was walking forward and obviously pleased to be out.  He was spooking, but just being a bit silly and looking for things to spook at.  There are always two pheasants that hide in the hedge and jump out in front of him at the same place, squacking and flapping their wings and then do their funny run up the hill.  The first one ran out and Wolfie jumped, the second one didn't appear, so we waited, Wolfie knew it was coming so then spooked about 5 seconds after it appeared.  It's almost like a game to him.

We got onto the line and it started to pour.  The temperature just plummeted and it was freezing.  It was only 2pm in the afternoon, but it's amazing how dark and overcast it can get so quickly.  We headed back and onto the road.  Wolfie was wearing a hi viz exercise sheet, hi viz leg wraps and breast plate and I had on a hi viz jacket so there was no doubt that any traffic on the road could see us.  I asked two vans to slow down as a lot of surface water was sitting on the road and Wolfie sometimes spooks when cars splash through puddles.  Needless to say, they gave us the full width of the road when they passed but didn't slow down.

Maybe I should be pleased that they at least did one of the two, but they obviously don't understand the highway code or arm signals.  The Polite slow down hi viz range seems to have an effect on drivers but I think that's because it looks very similar to the hi viz worn by the mounted police and as soon as drivers see it they automatically think straight away that it is the police.

Soaked to the skin and frozen to the bone, but his ears are still pricked and he's still marching on.  Good boy

I went to see the Monty Roberts demonstration a couple of weeks ago.  I think that's about the fifteenth time I have seen him and for the first time ever it was held at Ingleston Equeatrian Centre and not Gleneagles.  Every time I see him working with horses I always come away with something new to think about.  I realised that I must be so much quicker with Wolfie to reward 'the try' and everything I ask him to do, I want him to be able to do softly.  It also reinforces every time that there is no place in horse training for violence.

              

Why do I like horses?


Why do I like horses?
I reckon I must be mad.
My mother wasn't horsey
And neither was my dad.

But the madness hit me early
And it hit me like a curse.
And I've never gotten better
In fact I've gotten worse.

My stables are immaculate.
My house is like a hovel.
Last year for my birthday
I got a brand new shovel.

I hardly read a paper
But I know who's sold their horse
And I wouldn't watch the news
If Mr. Ed was on, of course.

One eye's always on the heavens
But my washing waves in vain
As I rush to get the horses in
In case it's going to rain.

And though they're wearing 15 rugs,
The best that you can get,
I bring them in to keep them dry
While I get soaking wet.

 I spend up every pound I've got
On horsey stuff for sure.
 I buy fancy rugs and fancy rugs
 And then I buy some more.

 I should have had that hair cut
 Or bought that nice blue shirt
At least it wouldn't now be
Ripped to shreds and in the dirt.

I can't make a bloody sponge cake
 I don't even try
But I can back a car and trailer
In the twinkling of an eye.

It's jodhpurs and mucky boots
That I live in night and day
 And that smell of sweaty horses
Just doesn't wash away.

Once in every. now and then
I can dress up for a ball.
Make up and a hairdo
With high heel shoes and all.

I ache from long forgotten falls.
My knees have got no skin.
My toes have gone a funny shape.
From being all squashed again.

But late at night, when all is still
And I've gone to give them hay,
 I touch their velvet softness
And my worries float away.

They give a gentle nicker
And they nuzzle through my hair
 And I know it's where my heart is
More there than anywhere.