Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Monday, December 3, 2012
Mind vs Feet
Mind Vs Feet
“Connect with the Mind and the Feet will
Follow”
‘What do you mean by that Katherine?’
I will say this, I spend a lot of time
listening and working with horses.
Experience allows me to answer with conviction. Many so called ‘trainers’ can get a reaction
or have a horse submit to demands. Many
‘accomplish’ this by becoming the “dominant” leader.
But what goes on inside their minds, I often
ask myself, when we introduce implements such as a whip, sticks, ropes or even
spurs?
I often give a description to this as
follows, “This is no different than turn on your car, open the door, roll down
the street, then proceed to run after it and jump in”. This can really never
have a good outcome all the time, most often than not, the end result leaves us
with injuries along with a bruise to our ego.
The Introduction from human to horse starts
with a trusting partnership. Certainly,
both the mind and feet need to be addressed, but they need to be looked at as
an entire entity.
A horse’s mindset, has been such, that they
are prey to all the territorial pedators for hundreds of thousands of years,
where life preservation is their first thought. The humans have tapped into
this fear and now become the “dominant leader”. I would prefer to be the horses
“nurturing leader”. The reason being, I
would be the one they would trust and mimicking as a herd member.
Connecting with the mind allows you to
achieve what you are looking for, helping the horse set up for success. When I
ask a horse for participation in a ride, they are more than willing to be an
equal team member.
Not communicating with the mind can result in
our partners voicing their displeasure. The lack of understanding, demonstrated
as confusion and frustration, becomes the precursor to many behaviors such as
biting, bucking, rearing and kicking.
Once communication is established, the feet
can now follow direction with less resistance. Understanding a horses movement components, allows us to
direct them to follow in a dance like fluent motion. Even when eventing in the
saddle, less pressure is needed more response is shown.
We should never forget, we have not created
the method in which the horse’s feet move.
Horses in a natural herd are taught at an early stage of life.
Unfortunately when we get involved, their balance, movement and timing are
compromised.
This
process of working the horse’s feet, after you have connected with the horse’s
mind, resolves and eliminates stress. Challenge of authority and resistance to
perform, are now minimized.
Allowing you and your equine partner, more
time to enjoy each other, sharing the compassion of one living being to
another. Discovering new journeys with your horse having the ability to ask
instead of tell.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Fall is Upon Us
Wet season is here everyone. Don't forget to pick your horses hooves to prevent thrush. Brush the horses fur to help the sebaceous glands develop a thick winter coat and prevent rain rot.
Remember to clean out stalls and paddocks to help the ground dry, so your horses are not standing in wet mud all day long.
Connecting with your partner, so that both are on the same page. At last, ride to help all muscles and ligaments stay warm and flexible. Ride safe and be well.
Remember to clean out stalls and paddocks to help the ground dry, so your horses are not standing in wet mud all day long.
Connecting with your partner, so that both are on the same page. At last, ride to help all muscles and ligaments stay warm and flexible. Ride safe and be well.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Romeo's Day
Romeo my horse has been diagnosed after many months of off and on lameness, with a navicular cyst. It has been a “head scratching” episode because he has successfully over compensated his body so that he was able to mask it up till now. After bouts of false predictions of Lyme’s disease or even arthritis finally broke down and seriously asked my horse to help me and admit I needed help of his intelligence. He in response lifted his right foot repeatedly and kneeled. In response I had tears in my eyes, and called a lameness vet to come look. He took x rays of my horse’s right front hoof. It was then that I was reminded once again how a horse really does give everything to their partner and I was going to do the same back as usual. There are many procedures and medication available and I chose the natural way. I started natural pure calcium to see if we can encourage the bone to fill in and harden. For three months re x rayed and found no change to better or worse and was then approached to try Tilden injection. I did my homework and found no conclusive evidence that would say it works only that horses that were getting it were on a pain management series as well. Then of course there was nerving him and that in my eyes was not an option. Then I approached a farrier who would work with me because I trim naturally, to stay as much in that realm as possible. We decided to place conservatively, egg bar shoes on my horse’s fronts. We didn’t have to square the toe no pads just the shoe. Now I have him on a “Spring Training”to strengthen his ligaments, muscles and allowing time for Romeo to get used to the change of having a shoe for the first time. I will say for the first time in a long time he is walking and tracking well, trotting and cantering straight again!!
Most 'navicular cysts' have been with the horse since birth and are OCD (osteochondrosis dessicans) lesions that cannot be directly linked to unsoundness. Adding calcium to the diet or even using Tildren will not resolve OCD. The offending cartilage has to be surgically removed and the cavity filled with stem cells to resolve the situation. This is a very difficult procedure to do in this area and since this is not a common seat of lameness, would not be helpful for the horse.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
WHISPERING HOOVES ALRIGHT
I knew of my
associate and dear friend’s talents with horses having worked side by side with
Katherine on numerous occasions.
I watched as
she gentled a strong mare in demonstration at a National Day of the American
Cowboy event. That mare kicked through
the wooden boards of the arena fence in an attempt to bolt even before
Katherine entered the ring. Multiple
rearing and fore legs jabbing required her firm control and she exorcised the
demon out and within fifteen minutes had a supple, comfortable and responding
horse.
I’ve seen
her ease an adopted, at sixteen years old, BLM Mustang with serious human trust
issue. From backing away from, too,
forwarding and following closely without lead or cue other than body language.
I listened
as a jovial clinic participant declared Katherine a ‘whisperer’ after attaining
a theretofore unattainable result while astride her horse. Truly there was methodology employed yet the
communication that she imparted to horse and rider made them a better team.
Once, I
followed her as her mount bucked, spun, bumped into trees, reared and nearly
rolled as both were swarmed by bees from a ground nest. They escaped safe, sound, controlled, and
calm.
But one recent
instance made me a, yet, bigger believer than before. Granted, like many, some skepticism to the
very mention of ‘whisperer’ is part of my DNA.
Perhaps less than others, because as a horseman, my greatest pleasure
with horses are the relationships. I
digress: While in attendance at the
Women’s Horse Industry Network (WHIN) conference I happened to the vicinity of
Broadway in the heart of Nashville’s tourism and live music venues. With Katherine, I strode from the undisputed
home of traditional country music in ‘Nash-Vegas’ (Robert’s Western World - highly
recommended) to another spot. Being
‘horse-people’, we had previously noticed and commented on the condition,
gaits, and looks of the many tourist-toting, wagon-walking, draft-crosses
sharing Broadway. These dragen 'share’
the roads with darting taxis, blaring sirens, horns, pedestrians, musicians,
peddlers, and tourists. While walking
the opposite side of the street, Katherine commented…not so much to me, but
sort of. As the words ‘he’s hurting’ slipped
from her mouth, the gentle giant with blinders, from forty some odd feet away
slowed, turned, and nodded directly at Katherine. Katherine briefly stopped, though I don’t
think she realized she had. For a few
seconds it seemed everything else halted too.
There was still honking cars, and music escaping the walls and doors of
bars, and people streamed by, but a trans-fixation was interrupting the
moment. I remember closing my eyes,
shaking my head as if to stop a rattle, and opening my lids to a furrowed
brow. I, we, walked on. I told Katherine I’d never seen anything
quite like it and that I recognized her gift and talent. Now, Katherine’s not under confident but also
not boastful as she repeated naturally and with concern, ‘he’s hurting’. He went the way his driver drove and we went
on about our way to dinner. As
happenstance would have it, as we released from ‘twang’s’ grip later that
evening, we met head on with the dapple Shire awaiting his next passenger
street side. Adjacent the banjo player,
there in the greasy street, with noise, commotion, and darkness interrupted by
neon, Katherine met him again. I engaged
the carriage driver as Katherine communed with her new friend. Surreal, ethereal, but ‘true as rain’ (that’s
a Katherine-ism) they conversed. She
greeted him, he responded. Enough time
lapsed that I met yet another transplant Nashvilian minstrel. Katherine’s soft speak continued. Eventually moving to his flank, his neck
flexed and followed Katherine as it had from across the street earlier. She checked brisket, belly, and stifle. Returning to his stomach the draft indicated
confirmation of her diagnosis and upon mentioning so too did the amiable
carriage cowboy. That hack driver jawed
on to Katherine about ‘this particular fellers’ issue and it was as she
suspected. I made my way to greet this
‘old boy’ as a couple approached, he then had to go to work. We parted in opposite directions but I’m
certain this experience traveled with me and Katherine.
The instance
came to the fore in our conversations since.
Though it seems common-place for her, it was an extraordinary
circumstance for me. Perhaps too, an
extraordinary destiny for Katherine and the horses she whispers with.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
A TRAIL TALE
Back some time ago when I was managing a barn that offered Trail rides, I took an appointment on the phone that had me chuckle in surprise. A woman had called to arrange a party of three to ride on the trail that day and had a couple of questions for me before there arrival.
First she asked the most popular question it was about how much land we ride on and about the horses then asked what kind of saddles we used. Answering her questions to the fullest I told her that we only use western saddles in the trails for the clients safety. She then asked, "what is the difference between a Western and English saddle?" I replied well.. the western saddle has a pommel and a horn . With a gasp behind the phone, a response was given as such"Well if there is so much traffic on your trail, I do not care to ride them." then abruptly hung up. I stared in the air as if I saw a Ferris wheel, thought for a minute, and started laughing with disbelief of what I heard.
If anything it has lasted all these years and is a favorite told on my Instruction Trail Rides.
Enjoy all!!!
First she asked the most popular question it was about how much land we ride on and about the horses then asked what kind of saddles we used. Answering her questions to the fullest I told her that we only use western saddles in the trails for the clients safety. She then asked, "what is the difference between a Western and English saddle?" I replied well.. the western saddle has a pommel and a horn . With a gasp behind the phone, a response was given as such"Well if there is so much traffic on your trail, I do not care to ride them." then abruptly hung up. I stared in the air as if I saw a Ferris wheel, thought for a minute, and started laughing with disbelief of what I heard.
If anything it has lasted all these years and is a favorite told on my Instruction Trail Rides.
Enjoy all!!!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Whispering Hooves: 70 Mile Treck By Horseback
Whispering Hooves: 70 Mile Treck By Horseback: "Distance by horseback sharing roads, land and towns was a great experience. In August , after a long spring and summer riding every day for ..."
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