tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73414855267789255982024-03-13T12:45:48.907-07:00Flying CowgirlThe process of training horses and training yourself is never ending and on going. This blog is a place for me to gather my thoughts, express my frustrations or to share triumphs in my continued equestrian education.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-54693528250132037932013-11-27T12:18:00.000-08:002013-11-27T12:18:08.283-08:00Making your own Slow Feeder for a Round Bale<div>
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My gelding, Classy, is a pig. When I roll a round bale out into his paddock in the winter time, he digs, throws hay, pees and poops on it. He's looking for the tiny bit of alfalfa that is in the bale and tosses the rest. This is beautiful hay! His waste costs me a lot of money and if anyone knows me, I hate waste!</div>
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So in my own special frugal way. I started searching the internet for prices of nets for round bales. If you are not interested in saving money or spending time making one yourself, there are a lot of great resources out there for nets. But, I don't like to spend a lot of money on something that I can do myself. So, I did some searching on eBay and found someone in Seattle selling used commercial fishing nets. Here is the seller that I purchased from:<br />
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I purchased a 7' by 20' net. Each square is about 1 1/2". They sell for around $50 or less. The bale that I purchase is close to 1,000 lbs and it's about 5' tall. They are big bales.<br />
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I found this YouTube video on how to do your own Round Bale Feeder, it really helped a lot:</div>
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The day that I got my bale, I was sick. So we rolled it into the paddock and I went and laid down. Here is the start of my gelding's work.<br />
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When I started to feel a little better, I came out and draped the net over the bale, to see how it would work.<br />
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Get a nice long rope. I used a poly cord rope. I think I got about 50', it was prepackaged from the hardware store. String the rope through the edge of your netting and pull tight. You can either tie it off or add clips to make it a little easier to undo.</div>
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Like I said earlier. I was sick this week and had no energy to do this net up correctly. It was also my first time. So, without any energy or assistance, I really screwed up. And this is what I found the next day. Classy was able to lift up my shoddy work and tear the bale apart. </div>
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So the next time I went and got a bale, I was feeling fine and I got a bit of help from my son. We were able to roll the bale onto the net, I gathered up the remaining net and wrapped rope around the wad to secure it. I tightened up the edges, with the rope that was weaved through the edges of the net. I did this on both sides, a little at a time. And this is it, over a week later, still together, not a mess.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-83097117257581532032013-07-01T12:21:00.001-07:002013-07-01T12:21:15.380-07:00Destination HVNI wrote this for my friend, Janet Berry. We lost her suddenly last week. This was written the morning of her funeral, I wish I could of read it at her service but I lacked courage and it was on my cell which I left in my car out of respect.<div><br></div><div>Anyone is welcome to share this. I hope it helps family and friends of airline employees heal in this time of great sorrow.</div><div><br></div><div>.................................................................................................................................</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gvGp7H4HOQY/UdHWqfO3IeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-YEzWlcv8BA/s640/blogger-image-261836810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gvGp7H4HOQY/UdHWqfO3IeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-YEzWlcv8BA/s640/blogger-image-261836810.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today our friend, Janet Berry, is going to have a great celebration. She's boarding that jet to destination HVN. No stand by on this one, JB, you get a comfortable First Class seat with plenty of leg room. No crying babies, no children kicking your seat, no nervous seat mates or second-seaters squishing you into the wall. Everyone is joyous and the feeling of love is AMAZING, on this jet. In fact, the flight attendants are real Angels.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hear that Heaven (HVN) is beautiful and at the arrival gate there are lots of family and friends that are waiting for your arrival. There will be lots of hugs at that gate. God has prepared a special place for you, my friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are going to celebrate your flight today and I will see you at that arrival gate in HVN someday. We love you! Enjoy your flight!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">By: Alisa Bicandi / GEG</div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-62084221175486892872013-05-15T11:19:00.000-07:002013-05-15T11:23:46.706-07:00Little DarlinLittle Darlin came into my life last Summer. I went out to the Stockland Horse Sale in Davenport, Washington, just to watch and see what was going through. I sat with a friend, watched the horses. I walked in the back pens and found 4 mini horses. No information posted. One was a stud, one mare and foal and one single mare. I went in with the single mare, she was stand-off ish and not interested in me. Her hooves were long and elf like.<br />
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So, I made the decision to bid on her. I ended up paying $100 for her. Not much for a registered AMHR miniature mare. Next decision was how to get her home. I had to go home and get the horse trailer. When I returned to get her, I felt really bad. They were loading horses up for the feedlot (slaughter), packing them tight in a stock trailer. Here I had this teeny mini horse in a spacious two horse slant load. I wished I could of taken one of the other horses from that cramped trailer but, I was going to have enough trouble from my husband.</div>
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It's May now, it's taken Darlin quite a while to settle and get friendly with me. We are starting to bond and her hooves are coming around. I've done all her hoof trimming myself. Our big plan for the summer is to enter our first SASHA (Spokane Area Small Horse Association) show.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-7972161792268186522013-05-07T15:08:00.001-07:002013-05-07T15:08:50.772-07:00Dressage 101Yesterday, I had my first official Dressage lesson on my own horse. A little background here, I've had my horse for 21 years now. I trained him. So, needless to say, he's had no formal training and he's old (as well as me). I wasn't sure what to expect of him, but he surprised me.<br />
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First we worked on guiding and staying on a 4" path. Basically, finding a focal point, and following it. If something grabbed his attention, we changed directions (90 degree turn or less) and found a new focal point. After a couple of these, he was really getting it. First at a walk, then trot. Next we worked on transitions, using the same exercise. Finding a focal point, trot to it, change directions, walk to the next, find the next and trot again. Finally we graduated to a canter. Here is the thing, I rarely can sit his canter, it's so elevated and it throws me from the saddle. I'm sure it has to do with collection and training. Plus he prefers a right lead over the left. I know that most horses do have a preferred side to them, just as humans do. In order to get him to take the correct lead, it takes a lot of preparation and position and throwing my weight. It's certainly something that we need to work on!<br />
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In this first lesson, I used my English bridle, but I rode with my Fallis Balanced Ride western saddle. I have an old Wintec English saddle, but I just didn't want to try that with the first lesson. I'm hoping by the end of summer, I can find a decent Dressage saddle for us.<br />
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My goal is to ride a Dressage test in a schooling show. I know that I will be a nervous mess, but I am sure I will enjoy it. I was nervous about this riding lesson!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-18019277029384506402011-07-09T08:29:00.000-07:002011-07-09T08:29:45.640-07:00Sometimes...Sometimes I feel like any comment that I want to make on Facebook is something very negative. For example, a horse rescue that is also breeding horses. I feel this is immoral. The amount of unwanted horses out there and yet, there are people out there creating more? Boy, just visit the Fugly Horse of the Day and few times and you'll find all kinds of immoral breeders/rescuers out there. <a href="http://fuglyblog.com/">http://fuglyblog.com/</a><br />
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Also when I see horses for sale. When a person claims the horse is a finished show horse, and yet their photos show a mangy looking horse in cheap Mexican made western tack. If it's a finished show horse, your probably going to be showing some major win photos and your horse is going to be decked out. If it's a 4H show horse who does well, say it! 4H is a different caliber than the Breed Show world.<br />
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In no way, am I a perfect person. I've made stupid decisions and I will continue to make stupid decisions. I will claim that right. However, I am also not out there claiming to be the authority or a professional. I have owned horses for over 30 years, yes part of that lifetime my parents helped me with the horses. However, much of that time has been spent on educating and studying to understand horses, feeding, training and general hoof care. My parents would always roll their eyes when I'd come into the house with something different that my horses needed.... such a a teeth float for my older mare. Thankfully they complied with my wishes, or I was able to earn money to pay for the things I needed.<br />
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Last rant of the day... Craigslist. IF IT'S BEEN SOLD, REMOVE YOUR AD! omg.... enough said.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-15334846588695152402011-06-30T19:39:00.000-07:002011-06-30T19:39:43.709-07:00Good Friends and Good HorsesThere is not much better than good horses and good friends. Today, I had both. Three friends joined me for riding on the ranch. Of the four horses on the trail, two had cattle experience and two had not. We don't bother the cattle, but it's good for the horses to see them and smell them. I rode Classy out on the trail. He was so good. Yesterday, we rode with the bareback pad around the ranch, so Classy was pretty calm and easy going today. He's a good ride, when you use him the day prior.<br />
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At one point, I made everyone cross a wet field. I had thought that it was going to be dry and instead we found mud and muck. One of the horses wasn't pleased with this. Classy was fine, and I was surprised. Later on, I did a little water work with Classy and Alexa and Fox. Classy was hesitant but eventually went for it. I had him stand in the water, he played a little bit in it. It was fun.<br />
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Playing in the water reminds me of the summers with my friend, Mary. We found a pond on a back road that wasn't developed. The pond crossed the gravel road, so we would gallop our ponies bareback through the pond. It was soooooo much fun! Good memories. I miss those days of riding bareback and dreaming on horseback.<br />
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Later on, I played with Freckles a bit. She was not wanting to let me catch her. She kept walking off. So, I persisted and eventually we met up. I like her a lot. She gives up easily. I haltered her and then just remained in the pasture working on weaving between trees and walking over poles. Even had her backing between the poles. She is just a good, good girl and seems to get things fairly quickly without a fight. I've been pondering sending her to a trainer, but then I come back to the fact that I don't always agree with what people do with training horses and maybe I should just suck it up and do it. Truthfully, I've done it before. Several times. I still have Classy, after 19 years and he's doing well. He had a good mind to start out with and I think Freckles is the same. She's a sweetheart, my little Freckle Face.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-36353247976512881462011-06-15T11:03:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:03:13.685-07:00Down One Floor PleaseYesterday afternoon, I pulled out the trimming tools. Classy needed to be dropped one level. He was just trimmed about 4 weeks ago, but has already had a major amount of growth.<br />
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Here are some photos from our trimming session. I also started treatment on thrush using Pete Ramey's remedy which is posted on his website.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z434/FlyingCowgirl/Classy/Classys%20Hooves/?action=view&current=ClassysTrim003.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Left Front After" border="0" src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z434/FlyingCowgirl/Classy/Classys%20Hooves/th_ClassysTrim003.jpg" /> </a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Above Photo)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoof walls brought back down and "mustang roll" attempted<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I did the trim in the pasture. I wanted Freckles to hear and smell the grinder. Since she hasn't experienced it yet, I wanted her to get a good idea and feeling from it. I wanted her to see that Classy stands quiet and just lets me work and that there is nothing scary about the process. She spent a lot of time, sniffing and nuzzling both me and Classy. She's such a sweetheart.</div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I use an Angle grinder most of the time to trim down the hooves. It works great and doesn't take much work to get your horse comfortable with it. There are lots of videos that demo this method of trimming..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.softouchnaturalhorsecare.com/">http://www.softouchnaturalhorsecare.com/</a><br />
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You can also check out the following Yahoo Group:<br />
<a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/abrasivehorsehooftrimming/">http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/abrasivehorsehooftrimming/</a><br />
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I'm not a professional and I know there is a lot to learn. My technique could use a lot of fine tuning. But, I though I would share my hoof trimming with you today.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2Spokane, United States47.4359956 -117.783549847.041699099999995 -118.1754758 47.8302921 -117.3916238tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-47538639218133818272011-06-13T23:04:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:04:03.866-07:00Dancing FeetToday I was watching Classy out the window. He was napping, standing up. And later was stepping out. He looked a little "off". And if you talk to any horse person about their horse, they can tell you when their horse is a little off. After 19 years of ownership, if I can't tell, well... then somebody needs to come slap me. So, I pulled on my shoes and climbed through the fence holding a hoof pick.<br />
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First thing I checked was for a digital pulse and heat on the hooves. Founder can happen to any horse and it's always good to be proactive and prevent it. He felt normal and I compared it to Freckles hooves which felt the same temp. Then I started picking them out. I noticed that he is already ready for a trim. He grows so fast in the summer and I haven't been riding much lately so he's not getting much wear. So, tomorrow I will be trimming hooves. Also we are going to battle Thrush. Oh yuck.<br />
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On the subject of Thrush, I have heard of so many products out there. Many trimmers have their own remedies and some believe that some of the products out there actually kill live tissue. I stood at Aslin Finch looking at all the Thrush remedies and the associate wouldn't leave me alone. I read through the ingredients and she pointed out what one most people walk in asking for. I suppose I am a bit of a snob, when it comes to my horse's feet. I really don't listen to what "most people use". Because there are so many people out there that believe that shoeing is the only way to go with a horse. There are so many people out there who couldn't trim their horse's hoof, even if their life depended on it. So, instead I got on my iPhone and looked up Pete Ramey's site. Because if Pete says it's good, that is good enough for me. So, Pete recommends Neosporin and Athlete's Foot Ointment. Go to his website and get the whole nitty gritty details:<br />
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I'm going to try it tomorrow and hopefully it will help out.<br />
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I also picked out Freckles' hooves. Neither horses were tied or haltered. I just walked out there started petting and picking feet. I'm pretty lucky to have these two gentle, trusting creatures who will allow me to do this for them without being jerks and behaving badly. Both of them are sweethearts, my giant furry children.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-1795888283205717352011-06-10T11:00:00.000-07:002011-06-16T09:28:16.219-07:00Freckle FaceWell, our new AQHA mare, Freckles fits in so well here. She's very interested in us, comes to the fence line and sometimes has even whinnied for us to return after giving her attention. I hope that tomorrow morning I can work with her on saddling and playing around. It's a Saturday, so my husband will be home to help, I hope! He has really taken to her as well and has started calling her "his horse".<br />
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Today, I went out and caught her. She has a little bit of proud flesh on a hind leg, so I worked on that. We worked on fly spray again. She was really worried about it for the first few times and today, she stood calm on the left side and got a little more scared on the right. She's definitely a two sided horse, meaning that she needs to be taught on both sides. You cannot just show her something on one side and expect her to accept it on the other.<br />
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She is very accepting of things and I already feel like I can trust her for the most part.<br />
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I brushed both her and Classy. Classy got to wear his new fly mask, which I am sure he hates but since he's lost pigment around his eyes, I worry about sun damage and blindness. So, i am going to try and be proactive. I also took snips of hair from their tails to send to my friend Candace. She is making horse hair bracelets from your horse's tails.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here are the pieces that I gathered from both Classy and Freckles today. </div><br />
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The vet is coming Wednesday to do a Coggins on Oska for her trip to Montana. I'm going to try and work with her a bit more tomorrow so that the vet visit isn't too traumatizing. Maybe we will work on tying up for real.<br />
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Also, tomorrow the goal is to work with Freckles too. I'm just going to play with my "handy stick" (Clinton Anderson's term for a whip). She needs some desensitizing with ropes flinging around her. So, tomorrow that is the goal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-24918147393461474522011-05-15T08:09:00.000-07:002011-05-15T08:09:14.121-07:00Enter: FrecklesOver the past couple months, I have been battling over whether I should find a new home for Oska. She's adorable and sweet but, I've decided to find someone who is genuinely going to help her get to the next level. And I have found that. I posted an ad and actually ignored some of the response and before responding to anyone, I searched them on Facebook to learn a little about them first. I'll post more about her future owner, but I think it will be a good match for Oska.<br />
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Enter: Freckles.<br />
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Well, I didn't plan to get another horse. But, after I made the decision to find Oska a new home, a friend contacted me about Freckles. Over the years, I have wanted a smaller horse to start under saddle. A friend of a friend needed to find Freckles a good home and I'm so happy that we were chosen for her. Freckles arrived on Friday. She's a 2007 AQHA mare. I haven't measured her yet, but she's about 14.2. I love it. I can see over her back! She's halter broke and had someone on her back, but is not truly broke. She's quiet, she considers and thinks. She is my first AQHA (American Quarter Horse), so far from what I've seen, I really like her.<br />
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And here are her "Freckles"<br />
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Still, she was loose with Classy and still I was unable to catch her. My husband helped me construct a catch pen and we caught her last Saturday. Since then she has been wearing a halter and drag rope. I've been able to catch her now with this and sometimes I come out and give her treats without trying to catch her. She's still very skeptical of me but, I am hoping we are making some progress a little by little.<br />
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Sometimes, I wonder what I was thinking getting a little "wild" horse. But, if I push through the obstacles, we will all pull through and reap the rewards in the end.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-80540112060867532122010-12-20T17:57:00.000-08:002010-12-20T17:57:13.434-08:00Turn Me Loose!This afternoon, Oska, got turned out with Classy officially. I finished adding some additional hot-tape to the remainder of the fence. Then went and caught her. She haltered up very easily and led around the round pen. I asked my son to open the gate and when I brought her through, she wanted to turn around and go back! I was a bit nervous but just stood still and pulled her back to me each time she danced away. Then we'd walk a few steps, she'd dance and turn other directions, so we'd stop again until she settled. After a few minutes of this, she settled and walked next to me very sweetly. We got to Classy's field and he started running around flagging his Arabian tail in the air. This did not help matters. Oska danced and worried, so we stopped and waited until she settled again.<br />
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Oska and Classy have been together before. I had brought him into the round pen to visit her and they both got along well. So, this was their second time together and they both ran and ran. Even Oska flagged her tail in the air.<br />
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My husband suggested that we put a little grain in Classy's pan to get him to stop running and that worked like a charm. It was just a handful, but it got their minds off running and getting hot.<br />
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It's been a couple hours, but I just checked on them and they are eating their supper. Settled and happy to be friends. I will get pictures tomorrow of them together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-88439252046804710242010-12-18T21:39:00.000-08:002010-12-18T21:39:12.793-08:00Questions for GrandpaI really miss my Grandpa. It's been 10 years since he's passed away and I just can't help missing him. I'd like to eventually start Oska for driving, I think she'd be awesome at driving. I have so many questions. I have all his harnesses, although I'm not sure if they are sound for putting on an animal anymore. I've thought about now I can always use them for inspiration and patterns to create my own harness. It's not that I have never driven a horse or pony and it's not that I've never trained one to do it. I have! I still have questions and want help, and I really wish he was here.<br />
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One question is... are blinders really necessary? I understand the method of blinders, but really... it's usually in my best interest that my horse can see.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-35283478562866309722010-12-17T10:47:00.000-08:002010-12-17T10:47:13.455-08:00A Second Lesson in LeadingWednesday, I went out to do a second lesson on leading with Oska. It didn't go as planned but it worked out thankfully. She was being a little shy about getting the halter on, but then settled and waited patiently. I used a rope halter this time, something different. The web halter was too big and the rope was the next extra halter I have found in my pile of junk. I've got a pink one somewhere, so she'll be sporting that as soon as I can find it. Finally a horse that will appreciate pink!<br />
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Anyway, I used the lunge line again, so that I can still hold the end if she decided to escape or flee. That didn't exactly work out because the point of the lunge line is to keep her from stepping on the rope, if she got away from me. Well, she walked away and then turned and then turned again. Oh crap, now it's wrapped all the way around her. But, Oska being that smart little cookie, she just stepped right out of it without much panic.<br />
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Here is a video of the experience.<br />
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<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVrt0CD7Tdc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVrt0CD7Tdc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-7417562112823654742010-12-13T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-13T15:25:27.354-08:00Next step.... Leading<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2010%20Icelandics/Pictures031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2010%20Icelandics/Pictures031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />With decent weather and a day off from work, how could I not go out and play with my new filly, Oska. First we worked with getting brushed, she wanted to eat the brush but enjoyed the attention from it as well. Next we did more rubbing all over her head and neck with the halter, putting it on her nose and pulling it off. Then I fastened the buckle and went away to my shed to get my next tool. She isn't even bothered by the halter at all. I figured if she was left alone with it, she might rub on her leg or something, but she didn't at all. I returned with a long lunge line. I had been asking friends for advise and wondering what they did with their mustangs, and this is what I came up with from the different stories. I decided since Oska's current home is the Round Pen, I could use a lunge line to teach her to lead because if she was to get scared and run off, I could still hold an end of the rope and let her escape without any resistance. Plus I didn't want to have a lead rope jerked from my hands and then have her step on it, adding to the panic. I am a big fan of drag ropes though, but I just don't feel like she's ready for that lesson yet. Plus it's so icey out here that I don't want to initiate any crazy running, tripping sprees. Ok, so on with the lesson. I let her feel the tension on the lunge line, you could see the gears turning in her head. I then asked her to turn her head with pressure from the line. She turned, so I released. We tried the other side, she did it as well. Then I tried a downward pull (which can be very hard for most trained horses to succumb to). She gave just a little, so I released the pressure. I tried another, she gave a little and so that lesson was done. The lesson went on, I got out ahead of her and gave a little tug. I just wanted to see what she'd do with this pressure. She just planted her feet. So, I walked over to her side and gave another little pull. Pulling to the side will get them off balance and they have to move their feet. Please understand, I'm pulling very gently, this isn't a rodeo. When pulling to the side, she moved. So I released the pressure and let her rest. I then walked to her other side, did the same. She took a few steps. This went on for about a minute or two and soon I found her just walking right next to me. We walked a few laps around the Round Pen, stopped, did some petting. Then went back to walking around the round pen.<br /><br />It was just that easy. I cannot believe it. I cannot wait to work with her more, but I know with young horses you do small, happy lessons and you'll get a better result.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2010%20Icelandics/Pictures033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2010%20Icelandics/Pictures033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I failed to mention. Oska and Classy got to meet finally. I first let them meet through the panels. There was a little nip from Oska, but Classy is the gentlest creature, so he did nothing. I decided that they'd be o.k. to be in the pen together loose and introduce themselves. There was lots of sniffing. Oska nipping Classy's nose and Classy licking her nose and her neck. She got really rude and put her nose up under Classy's tail. He clamped it down but he's an Arabian so it naturally pops back up. So, she took that as another invitation. He then picked up a hind leg to warn her. She moved but then went back at it, he picked his leg up again and shook it. Still didn't faze her. It went on like this until she found something else interesting to inspect. And if your wondering, Classy never kicked or made contact with the nosey little girl.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-27386174215400762142010-12-08T08:28:00.000-08:002010-12-08T08:46:36.480-08:00Halter TrainingI've finally settled on a name for my filly. Her name is Oskadis, which in the Icelandic language means Wish Fairy. I will call her Oska for short. The name fits her, I think. If you have ever tried to search the Icelandic language for a feminine, pretty name, you will learn that it will take you weeks. In my opinion, it's not a romantic language.<br /><br />Oska has her ups and downs. At first she was a real sweetheart and very interested in attention. Then after a while she started to walk away if you came into the pen and avoid you. Now that her Icelandic yearling friend has gone home to her family, Oska is back to being more friendly again.<br /><br />When she walks away from me, I then drive her away, then retreat when she gives me signs (licking, chewing, dropping head, stopping and turning to face me). She gets love when this is done. I also do not leave the pen when she's walked away from me. I make sure that I walk away from her, when I'm done.<br /><br />I'm really not 100% sure I'm doing this stuff right, but I'm trying and trying to do what is logical.<br /><br />I've been working with the lead rope, rubbing it on her, flipping it over her neck, wrapping it around her nose. Then finally I put a halter on her. Here is a video of that:<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C-nkOWAvSRc?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-17100334610365524952010-12-01T22:21:00.000-08:002010-12-01T22:30:52.721-08:00Barn PhotosAll my life, I have been infatuated with barns. And not the new fancy barns. Sure, those are ok, but big old red barns, rounded roof barns, falling apart barns, sinking in the mud barns... you name it, I'm so curious and in love with them. Someday, I hope to own a big old barn. Something with history and tales to tell.<br /><br />This big betty is the one I've been dreaming of lately. It has a For Sale sign in front of it. You bet your bottom dollar, I'm not telling you where it is! I love this thing. My father says it will cost a fortune to restore, and I say it would cost a fortune to build something remotely close to it. I think it's worth it's weight in gold.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/Barns/IMG_0510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />Here is another. I took this picture from afar on purpose. I thought it looked like a beautiful Christmas Card. This barn is located on the back part of the property. I spotted this scene while riding with my hubby on the snowmobile. Forced him to take me home and get the camera. I hope you enjoy it too.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/Barns/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-68628871494308396422010-11-24T22:24:00.000-08:002010-11-24T23:08:49.053-08:00Icey Dreams become reality!Blizzard warnings on Tuesday were not a good start to making a journey to Ellensburg. High winds coming from the North and subzero temperatures didn't stop us. I'm so thankful my husband is a professional truck driver, as we got onto the freeway we both were asking, what the heck are we thinking? Are we stupid? Here we are driving a 4x4 pick-up with an empty horse trailer following us behind, fish tailing behind us with the winds pushing hard on us from the side. Twice we had some very scary sliding on the freeway. Twice my heart leaped up into my throat, my legs and arms ached. My stomach was so upset from fret and worry. I was scared of this crazy compact snow and ice freeway and scared of what I'd find when we got out to the Icelandic farm to find a horse. Didn't want to waste a trip to Ellensburg but also didn't want to take a horse, just to take one. I wanted to fall in love.<br /><br />We stopped for fuel in Moses Lake, which was a needed break from my nerves. Then we did a little spur to Quincy to visit with good friends and deliver a gift I made from my leather work for her.<br /><br />Back on the road and things start to get a little better. After Vantage the road really improves. My nerves start to settle and we find the farm, only a short distance from the freeway. When the owner arrived, we were pretty set on getting a colt or gelding. We looked at the fillies for a short minute and then asked to see the colts. The owner talked about the fillies and the colts and the fillies won. We went back up to the filly's paddock and loaded them up.<br /><br />While these two are not halter broke, they loaded into the trailer with just a little encouragement. No whips, load yelling, banging. Just a few gentle slaps on the pantleg and encouraging words. They both hopped in like they've done it before. We hauled them loose, and they stood backwards, like all horses like to do when given the choice. We stopped for fuel along the way and they were both quietly standing in the trailer, cuddled.<br /><br />Both are here. I got the pinto filly for my friend, Laura, and the dun for me. The pinto is only one year old and the dun is two. If you don't know about Icelandics, they are not ready to ride until age 4 or 5. So, I won't be riding her anytime soon. I may train her to drive. When the weather warms up, I will pull out my Grandfather's driving equipment and see if there is anything that will fit her.<br /><br />I'm so excited about this filly. She's going to be fun! Who ever thought I'd own an Icelandic Horse?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3ZEolCI/AAAAAAAAADU/yB2T4DKFEUE/s1600/icey5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3ZEolCI/AAAAAAAAADU/yB2T4DKFEUE/s200/icey5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543377939055809570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3Pl0clI/AAAAAAAAADM/xIhbmLbz9TM/s1600/icey4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3Pl0clI/AAAAAAAAADM/xIhbmLbz9TM/s200/icey4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543377936510644818" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3B4vwuI/AAAAAAAAADE/ylZld1IjWPY/s1600/icey3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I3B4vwuI/AAAAAAAAADE/ylZld1IjWPY/s200/icey3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543377932831933154" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I27wLBdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZoIcHgoJ2ZI/s1600/icey.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4I27wLBdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZoIcHgoJ2ZI/s200/icey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543377931185358290" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4ImZq0EYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JiUak-CGdo4/s1600/icey2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTB6EX6dgQs/TO4ImZq0EYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JiUak-CGdo4/s200/icey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543377647158169986" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-78545810088021027352010-11-22T14:34:00.000-08:002010-11-22T14:38:20.731-08:00Icey DreamsOf course we have a blizzard warning in effect. Of course, on the day that I actually do not have to work and am planning a road trip to find my future Icelandic Horse, there is a blizzard warning.<br /><br />Here is the plan. Tomorrow, I'm headed off to Ellensburg, WA to check out the remaining Icelandic Horses available. I'm pretty excited about this. These are some really unique little horses. I've found them to be very docile and easy to work with. So, hopefully with some luck, we'll make it to Ellensburg tomorrow and pick out my future little gelding.<br /><br />I will be saying my prayers and hopefully they will be answered.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-17061709265205337532009-05-20T17:28:00.000-07:002010-11-22T14:33:49.335-08:00Riding Alone<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2443.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It seems to be very difficult for me to motivate myself to go riding alone. It can also be dangerous, but so is riding a horse, or driving a car or flying an airplane! On Monday, I forced myself out and went for a ride. I brought along my Blackberry Storm and had it play music from my play list. It actually was very fun, riding along, singing along. I could walk when I wanted to walk, I could trot when I wanted to trot. Wow... how odd, huh? I don't know why I've become so co-dependent, but I hope that I can change. I'm working on it.<br /><br />Here are some shots for my ride:<br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2452.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2452.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2454.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/2009%20Trail%20Riding/DSCF2454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-6425164841074162492009-05-20T17:24:00.000-07:002009-05-20T17:26:45.200-07:00Thinking about hoovesI've been following this blog on a cute lil appy mare. It's really interesting, and really graphic. I'm one that likes photos and gore. Not that I enjoy an animal's suffering or pain, but I enjoy reading and experiencing along with the writer and I am also enjoying rooting for the lil mare to grow hoof and get back to normal life.<br /><br />I encourage you to check it out:<br /><a href="http://fancysnewfoot.blogspot.com/">http://fancysnewfoot.blogspot.com/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-16536115067449915362008-12-24T09:00:00.000-08:002008-12-24T09:06:08.843-08:00Airlines, Airports and Flying during the HolidaysToday is the last day of my work week. Shortly, I'll be taking a shower and getting ready for another day "at the office". I'm so exhausted from this week. Many, many canceled flights, so many canceled holiday plans. So much snow! The flakes keep falling, falling, falling and I have not seen them stop for days. All I can do is pray that today is a good day and I can get everyone to where ever they plan to be for the holidays.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />Happy Holidays Everyone... my happy holiday should be starting about 8pm tonight, when I escape the airport and step into real life again!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-62518338437077778772008-12-18T23:37:00.000-08:002008-12-18T23:44:19.347-08:00Every Cowgirl Needs ChocolateWanna taste Heaven? I'd love for every chocolate lover to experience Cowgirl Chocolates <a href="http://www.cowgirlchocolates.com/">http://www.cowgirlchocolates.com</a> Last June, I found their booth at the "Farm Chicks" show in Spokane. Of course, I was attracted to the name of the company and the interesting items they had on display. And it never hurts by the fact that they shared a booth with my favorite coffee shop, "Chaps". So, I pulled out the last few bucks I had and bought two truffles. One was a normal truffle, probably a dark chocolate. And then I decided on a Spicy Truffle. I had no idea what to expect from it and thought that having spicy chocolate sounded really wierd. But, I'm always up to try new things. Low and behold, I loved it! It was one of the most interesting, but good chocolates that I have ever had!<br /><br />So, if your looking for that special gift for your favorite Cowgirl, please check out Cowgirl Chocolates. Made in Moscow, ID.<br /><br />PS... I love things made locally!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341485526778925598.post-75074087331160784212008-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:002008-12-15T20:47:26.454-08:00Wind Break!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/DSCF2300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/wildroseranch/DSCF2300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Whew! The wind has been blowing icey cold air our way, straight down from Canada (Thank you Canadian Friends!). Our horses has plenty of hay, they both have waterproof blankets to help break the wind, and lots of trees, but still not enough in my opinion to keep them comfortable. So my husband (the chainsaw expert now) and I went out and started cutting down trees to make poles for our shelter. We weren't quite sure on how we were going to get the wind break set up, but just got the poles and then started to create.<br /><br />We tested it ourselves, as we built it and it works very well. You might see the gaps, but it still stops the wind substantially. And as you can see, Classy is checking it out. Nah, really, he sees me and instantly thinks food! *LOL*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00097764143684313092noreply@blogger.com1