Sunday, July 20, 2014

Wild Welsh Ponies on the Wye Hay Hill Mountains of Wales

Phew, that was a mouthfull.
Anyway, part two is still delayed because 1. Wales is awesome. 2. I'm on holiday (currently in a 4 star hotel on the sea) with my boyfriends family. 3. Today is my birthday. I'm 24. I feel 40.

So instead of doing a real post, you're getting to see some of the wild/ feral welsh and cob ponies we saw while hiking on the Hay hills. I was hoping to see some of them and I was not disappointed, although they refused to run around for me, I did get some awesome shots.

 I think I've brought home more people scared horses from the auction to be honest although I never did get to touch one of them, I did get within a few feet by going slowly and acting submissive. It was hard to remember that these were feral ponies when I was up next to them; they didn't exactly fit the skiddish, galloping beasties I had in my imagination.


The Stallion

Mare and her young colt




This is My baby. 




The stallion was trying to herd her around. She didn't think much of his idea.

Part of a second herd.


















Sunday, July 13, 2014

One track mind


Okay, part two is delayed because I'm still writing it... actually that's a lie, I haven't even started it but I feel like blogging about something else today. I blame my sister, she posted about following your dream on her blog. ( http://www.ramblingmandie.com/stop-worrying-together/  You should check her/it out. She takes this blogging thing much more seriously than I do. While it's not about horses, it is about travel.)

My sister and I have always been a little bit opposite: she is more impulsive, I am rational and won't do something without considering every angle and having 16,000 backups. She tends to be loud and in the middle of things, I am perfectly content to sit back quietly and watch other people. She's always wanted big things, things that are exciting and new and larger than life. I don't particularly like new things or too much excitement and change. I like my routine and consistency and knowing what to expect.

Basically if this happened:


Her response would probably be: 


And mine would probably be:

Not knowing what's going to happen? No thank you. I am a respectable Hobbit thankyouverymuch. 

We do have a few things in common; a love of horses and vodka high among them.

While we've both worked at and managed stables, she felt burned out and I felt a burning desire to have my own or take over so that things could actually be run efficiently and 'the right way'. We both have a tendency to work ourselves to ridiculous levels and it usually ends up with us replacing one or several other workers with... ourselves. At no additional cost. We probably need to work on that.

Anyway, her post was all about how her "dream" (you know, what you want to do for the rest of your life) changes over the years and why it's okay to not worry about it. Her dreams fluctuate but mine have always been pretty much the same- with the exception of the brief period of time that I wanted to study sharks. (What? sharks are cool.) 

Anyway, my 'dream': 
Age 4: I want to train horses when I grow up! 
Age 7: I want to train horses when I grow up!
Age 12: I want to train horses when I grow up!
Age 15: I want to train horses when I grow up.
Age 17: I want to really train horses when I get older and I want to keep rehabilitating horses.

Age 19: I want to train and rehabilitate horses, and I want to run a horse business with no interference from people that aren't efficient! (I was a trail guide at this time and it ran so much more smoothly when it was just me there and my boss didn't come in.) 

Age 21: Yes, I still want to train horses. No, I didn't grow out of it. Yes, I'm still rehabilitating horses. 

Age 22: Well, I still want to train and rehabilitate horses, but I kind of hate people and the fact that there's no job stability there so maybe I should look into a horse job with stability...  Shit. Maybe I should do equine assisted therapy... 

Age 23/nearly 24: I'm pretty sure I don't actually want to do equine assisted therapy, but I don't know. I think I want to train horses, fix problems (training for a specialty discipline has never really interested me much unfortunately) and help people understand their horses. Because really, why can't you see what your horse is saying?! He's damn near screaming it! Why aren't you listening? Dammit, now you got hurt because you weren't listening when he whispered so he had to shout and now you're blaming the horse. Goddammit I hate you. You aren't even trying! 

 I don't really want to sell horses because, again, people suck, but I don't want to take on outside clients until I know more and I still have a lot to learn. I want to apprentice myself, but only to someone I respect as a trainer who doesn't use shitty methods, but isn't obsessed with using one method for every horse and actually cares more about helping the horse than pleasing the owner.  Finding this is a lot harder than you'd think. (But seriously, Mark Rashid, do you want an assistant? Because I will work like crazy for that opportunity.) 

Anyway, my point is that I'm basically the kind of person with a one track mind. I know what I want and I will find ways to get it. In high school I read books on horses, books on training, studied behavior analysis and equine instinct, books on how their mind and eyesight worked, books on basically anything horse related. Hell, in elementary school I was the weird kid who brought in the equine encyclopedia for fun and studied the different riding types, horse colors, horse conformation and horse breeds and breed characteristics. For fun. 
I know I'm not the only person who read this so many times the cover fell apart. 

I would do my homework as quickly as possible, in class, and then go straight to horse stuff.  My brain has this tendency to not be interested in retaining memories of things that aren't relevant to horse things or what I expect to be relevant later in life. It's really annoying. 

I have actually spent so much time focused on horse things, that it's difficult for me to tell people apart that I've met. Names and faces. In Italy Sandra looked at me like I was crazy when I said that after a week, I still had no idea what the 8 kids names were and I really had trouble telling most of them apart. But after the first week, I could tell you all 18 of the horses names, tell them apart even if they were the same color with no other markings.  I can remember the different colors of horses that I pass in a field while driving in a car. 

Sandra looked at me like I was crazy when I said the kids looked the same to me. It's the same look I gave her when she said half the horses looked the same to her. 







What do you mean the horses all look the same?! They look totally different. How can you not tell them apart? 

And to most of us here, it's probably pretty easy to tell them apart. But I guess if you haven't spent tons of time staring at horses, it might be difficult. I guess. Maybe.

Basically I've spent so much time looking at horses that my Fusiform face area (the part of the brain that specializes in facial recognition, particularly human like faces) is at least as good, and possibly better, and recognizing different horse faces. There's a debate going on whether or not the FFA recognizes mainly faces or also domain specialties. 
Me: There's a difference?  Hang on, okay, I guess I see it. If I really study it.
But with horses? I've spent so much of my life focused on them, that it's easy to tell them apart in split seconds. 

I got off track there, but my point is, I get focused on something and there's no point trying to persuade me otherwise. Then I have a tendency to stick with it for obscene amounts of time. 

I've been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life when I get back- what do I want to do with horses? I've been thinking, trying to find out what I can do that would have some semblance of stability, and less human drama, with horses. But Really, I think I've always kind of known and it really hasn't changed much. I do want to train and help horses, and help people understand their horses.

Which means that when I get back, I need to get to work on finding people I like and respect to apprentice with so I can learn more about training. 

Although I will admit, I would really also like to get into equine photography, perhaps as a hobby if nothing else. 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The straw is always cleaner on the other side..


Well thanks to a post suggestion by a lovely reader, you're getting a real post! This reader asked if I could describe the different types of stable management and how it compares with my own experiences. What's the differences in feeding types, schedules, etc. How's the clean up different and what types of materials are used.

To answer that, I have to describe what type of establishment each place was, and how my own is.

My own "barn" isn't a lot of land, only about 3 acres, we have built four stalls that they can go in and out of at any time. The stalls are separated as they are in two different shelters. The only times we lock them in are during icy rain, if they're too stupid to stay inside on their own. However they do like to stand in there when it's hot, and they stand around and poo everywhere by the slow feeders.

We have shavings, teeny little rocks kind of like cat litter, that are in the stalls and the general feeding area. We have some sand in the arena and we'd like to get more.


Here is a video of when we got it. 


Anyway, the shavings are really pretty cheap and we only have to put them down two or so times a year when it gets too low or washed away. Of course we would have to do more if we kept ours locked up, but we don't. Because of this bedding is not a big expense for us, which is great, it's also super easy to clean since only a few of the rocks  stick to the manure and the urine, when they go in their stalls, tends to disperse or congeal.

We use a bucket type of pitch fork/muck rake.

Because I think they're awesome.


So we really only have to poo pick for about 10 minutes a day, with 4 horses, and we get the stalls and feeding area. We feed twice a day so we just scoop poop while we're waiting for them to finish. We do lock them up when they eat, because they're greedy little bastards.

However, we do have to do the occasional pasture clean up where we go around and try and pick up all the manure in the pasture.... It sucks. The grass gets tangled in the rakes and it's just an unpleasant job. Thankfully it's not a frequent one.

Okay, so we've established that my own pasture is rock shavings with free turn out and stall access. The second location, Spain, was a riding holiday business. They had 16 horses and even less pasture than I do, yikes. Most of one pasture is this awful hard clay stuff that's common in the area. It's rock hard when it dries but becomes a slick muck as soon as it's wet, the problem is that it tends to dry with hoof prints in it, which means the pasture is uneven and poo gets trapped in the pockets. It's also damn near impossible to get that mud off of the horses if they roll in it. It's basically hell mud.

So their pasture was divided into three parts; two that were permanent pastures and one for grazing and some exercise. One was covered in hell mud, with a lock in stall for the oldest horse, and several shelters of the lean to persuasion. Underneath these shelters was cement. Not always nice to walk on, but easy to pick manure off of.

The other paddock was part clay and half cement with stalls that had the doors removed so that they could go in when they wanted, there was also walls removed between the stalls so no one would get trapped.  In some of these stalls there were rubber mats, which always stank of urine because they'd go and pee on them.

The paddocks, since they were so small (not uncommon in Spain) had to be cleaned 3 times a day, at feeding time.

We cleaned them with a push broom, an actual rake for the dirt parts, a shovel and I think there was a manure fork, but I could be wrong.  Cleaning took about 35-50 minutes each time.

The second location, France, was a riding stable with a club and lessons. They had around 30 horses and plenty of acres divided up into different pastures. There was a barn, with 5-6  big box stalls in it. They used straw as bedding. This was my first real experience using straw as regular bedding. The stable I worked at when I was younger used wood chip shavings.  I HATE straw. It's annoying.

The problem comes from wanting to conserve straw to save on costs, understandable, so we'd only take the parts with manure on it, trying to just get the manure and maybe the worst parts with urine. Then we'd sweep the part under the feed buckets, cerement, to keep that clear. Not too difficult. They used pitch forks  (hay forks) for spreading the straw, muck raked for getting the manure, a rake and broom for getting the parts that escaped onto what was supposed to stay cement and a shovel to get those bits.

So this was my first "welp, I guess everyone has a different definition of clean..." moment. Because to me, some of those stalls still looked gross under the layer of fresh straw and needed to be stripped.  I believe the thought was part 'save money on straw' and part 'they need that for padding'. Anyway, I had already decided that straw and I must clearly be enemies, although we reached an uneasy truce.

Straw betrayed my trust and broke this truce in Italy. And what that translates into, for normal humans who don't speak stablehandese, is that Italy was my least favorite place to do the mucking.

Italy: Part riding lessons/clubs/camp and part riding holiday. Basically it was the happy medium between my two other locations. They had 16 or so horses. And they had straw.  They also had outdoor paddocks with run in shelters but since only 1-2 horses were in each paddock that meant some got rotated in to stay in the stalls.

They had a barn with 8 (?) box stalls and  5 small standing/tie stalls for during the day between lessons when there were too many horses up for the stalls.


Lesson/ride plan

 Anyway, since there were usually horses in the stalls, there was usually lots of poo! And some of the horses liked to eat the straw, the messy little bastards.

Thankfully, we only had to help do the stalls about half the time we were there and then somebody else came and took over. It was normally their job anyway, but circumstances happened so that Sandra and I had to do them or most of them.

This was my least favorite place to muck out, by far.  I had asked how they liked it done and received a very vague 'oh you know, just try and get the really dirty bits and save straw'. Welp, I guess I'll do it like the last place.

Nooope. Wrong.

So I grabbed the muck fork,

this kind

But apparently that's the wrong thing to use. Apparently that should only be used for the two wood shavings stalls...

Alrighty then. Well, if I can't use a muck rake, what should I use?

The answer is a pitch fork, a shovel and a broom.


Now someone answer me exactly how in the sam hell you're supposed to pick up piles of manure, without wasting straw, with that?
.



So I tried scooping up a big thing of straw with manure on it and gently tipping it into the wheel barrow and snatching it away as soon as the manure was off.

Nope, wasting too much straw.

I even tried picking out the good straw from the wheel barrow. 
Apparently we took way too long to do the stalls. Which Sandra has never mucked out before and has no muscles and no idea how to clean them (No, she wasn't shown even though she asked. That was left to me. I'd been there for 3 days at that point.) Since even with my experience mucking out I still didn't get how she wanted them done I figured Sandra didn't stand a chance. 

I gave up trying and found a metal muck rake 
This kind

When she came to ask me why on Earth I was using this kind, apparently it's also only for the chip stalls, I said because I didn't get how to heck to only get manure with the hay fork and I was most familiar with this type of rake. I also said it was faster. Because it was for me.

She said it wasn't because it wasn't the right tools for the job, but I wasn't budging. If I had to clean these damn stalls I'm going to do it in a way that doesn't take me 6 times as long. 
After making a comment about my 'expertise' knowing better she said "to each their own I suppose". 

Okay, so readers, how many of you use or have ever seen a pitch fork actually used to muck out on a daily basis?  Some of you, but it's just so dang useless.

I finally figured out how she wanted them done... about a week or so before I left.

Can you guess the method? 

Well, the method I came up with was (I'm still not completely sure it was right): 

1. Get the major piles 
2. Get as all of the 'clean' loose straw as you can, put it in a pile on the side.  
3. Pick through remaining 'questionable straw' for any clean stuff you can get with the pitch fork.
4.  Pile the manure bits on the other side.
5. Pick through with fork again.
6. Use broom to sweep up gross bottom bits on the cement. Sweep it to the poo pile.
7. Sweep food area clean.
8. Use shovel to get poo pile and un-save-able straw into wheelbarrow.  Keep the grossest bits for last to put on top of straw that might be called 'acceptable' but is really dirty and hard to remove.
9. Spread the good straw back over the stall.
10. Sigh and pick out the nuggets of poo that you missed the first time. Wonder why you chose this type of work..
11. Dump wheelbarrow in manure heap out back.
12. Get a few flakes of clean straw to spread over thin bits if needed.  Sweep outside the stall.
13. Move on to next stall.

This is why I'm glad somebody else took over doing the stalls and we just had to help the kids. I don't think I've ever found a more complicated or annoying system of picking up manure. 

So that was the differences in stall types and mucking out. This post actually went longer than I intended, probably because the differences of what people considered 'dirty' or 'clean' or the right tools for the job were all so different that it drove me a little nuts.  I will be happy to get back to my own pasture so I can muck out the way I know best. 

The next post will try to answer the rest of your question awesome reader, so stay tuned.
Coming up:  Different Riding Styles: how each felt, learning the slight differences (and sometimes major ones) and what I learned vs what I knew. 

That will probably be it's own post and go long.

Oh, as for the bonding, no I didn't really get to bond with any particular horse, I mean, I had favorites and projects, but I rode different horses so often it was hard to form a bond with any particular one. It was a lot of work, and since I usually rode the horses with either issues or more complications, it was sort of work as well, but even when it wasn't, I didn't have a great bond with any of them. 

Although all of my favorites tended to be more difficult to work with than some of the others.


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Pretty Picture Thursday

So far my stay in London has been... filled with lying in bed. With Food poisoning. So not the most exciting, but it's given me the chance to catch up on my picture editing, and writing. Or it would, if I wasn't stuck on what to write about.

So because I'm stuck, you get a fluffy filler post of some of my favorite horse shots I took (that I have edited) while I was abroad, mainly from France because that's what I have the most edited from.  Apologies if I posted some before- you can read that as, be nice to me, I'm sick.

Also, what would you all like to hear about my trip? What parts are interesting to you? Give me some suggestions and I promise I'll try and write about them!







I accidentally cut off his nose. But I actually kind of like it better this way. It reminds me of a post I just read:  Outtakes by Ride a Good Horse
(Link: http://rideagoodhorse.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/outtakes.html )

A stallion and his lady


Broomstick horses for a cup and water race with the children. My fearless steed, Sweepy, enjoys doing the Spanish Walk. 



This is much more difficult than it looks. 

The first group of children (and the smallest) in Italy