Herd Shake up and Gorgeous Girlies

Today I made good on some idle threats. I’ve been contemplating joining Desire’s paddock-with-shed to the largest pasture on the property that has the arena inside it. Since Desire is retired it only seems fair she be on a big ole space to roam but I like her to have a shed when the weather comes. Thanks to the arena there are a couple of extra corners and gates; with some gandering I deduced I could use the corner gate off the arena as a 2-way if I just cut a gate sized hole in the bottom of Desire’s pen and shut the existing gate that was previously open against the arena, viola, one big space, since there is ANOTHER gate at the other arena corner that could be left open.
Desire seemed pleased with this notion and checked out the larger digs

Not to be outdone, Blaze jumped on the 4hooves off the ground train
My other “threat” was putting Rambo on the Sheza-butt hill to build his sad little hiney. Which meant horse shuffling since Sheza was on the hill and not to be mingled with boys. Since I had just expanded Desire’s quarters to the largest available, why not add another resident, thereby freeing up the Sheza hill for Rambo! Sheza vacated the hill and joined momma Desire and goats on the house side of the property, and promptly got in on the 4 hooves off the ground action! 
Sheza herded the goats as  a yearling and is clearly still game for it. She put those goats through paces they didn’t even know they had! It was hilarious until it caused the goats to start finding and exploiting any and all fence weaknesses to get away from the galloping red whirling dervish. Still now my fence lines are all checked and the goats got a good workout, as did the mini horse Napoleon who trotted and screamed for his Sheza girlfriend for a couple of hours.
Horsey tetris is quite entertaining. My generally clever horses are not the brightest when it comes to connecting the pasture dots. Finally the suspense of Sheza realizing she was in the same pasture as Desire was killing me so I opened the obvious line of sight arena gate that I had closed to open up Desire’s paddock. Sheza immediately went OH THIS WAY!  Genius filly..

 Ohhh it’s the same pasture! HI MOM

I have intentionally kept Sheza and Desire separate since weaning. Desire is quite squealy and dominant in the pasture and Sheza attempted to nurse off her for a good year after I weaned her, which was not on Desire’s list of Okay behaviors. Sheza spent the last 2 yrs exclusively with geldings and has given nary a squeal, despite exhibiting clear heat in the last few months. She’s a solid Junior Citizen now, or so I hoped, and indeed so she proved by rushing up to momma D but stopping short to greet her with a polite baby mouth, zero attempts at nursing, no squealing to be heard, and total mother-daughter harmony.

Interestingly,with the obvious line of sight corner gate I let her down through closed, but the other gates left open Sheza later left Desire, went the long way around the arena and came back up around so she’s sharing fence line with Desire but has kept herself essentially in “her own” pasture area, though she could be right in with mom if she chose. Clever girl has learned some herd boundaries and is feeling independent it seems. Her third birthday is in just 2 months and then it’s off for 30 days light saddle training with a dear and trusted friend. How time flies. I can’t wait to be sitting on the back of a foal that I once helped deliver from my own endurance mare, what a wild and fun thing that will be. 
Not so long ago in the same paddock..
I look forward to seeing Rambo’s tragic little butt grow in the next few weeks as he conquers the Sheza hill, too!

It Was Winter–Oh did you Blink?

Winter seems to visit us in fits and spurts this season. We had a week long spasm of snow and freeze in early December, then it seemed as if spring returned, for weeks and weeks. We had a couple days of solid rain supposedly on the way for the end of this week but as with the last rain forecast it resolved into a single day and night of storm. We got nearly two inches here in the foothills, which doesn’t do much for the long term drought but felt like a blessing nonetheless. At last the dust was settled and the land looked newly soothed and moistened; even little birds were out flying around in the rain, chirping, seemingly celebrating it.

The initial forecast of 20mph winds and rain sent me out to blanket Rambo on Wednesday, for the first time since his arrival a few weeks ago. I’d seen a picture of him looking distinctly not amused wearing a blanket for the first time a few weeks before he ended up with me, so I knew it could be done but didn’t know *how* it had been done and therefore what I was in for. But who cares? I approached him the same way I approach all the others here whether they are 2 or 18: showing them the blanket, letting them sniff and snort at it if they are feeling particularly Arabian that day. Rambo did just that, waiting politely to be haltered then eyeballing the blanket and sniffsniffsniffing as he does. He is very scent oriented and when nervous smells everything like a bloodhound and also marches around doing the phlegmen lip thing pretty often. It took all of 30 seconds to progress to rubbing the blanket on his face, neck, and then as he didn’t seem worried, sliding it over his back and into place. It was well seated and he got nervous with it over him and started to walk away, so I didn’t let him RUSH away, but I did let him walk, with my hand on the lead and on his side, calmly. He walked to the Sheza/Napoleon/Scrappy fence lines and stopped, sighed, cocked a hoof, and then stood like a rock while I cinched Blaze’s sheet down around him. I can see that he is a horse that needs to move his feet and could be explosive if someone didn’t understand that and tried to force him to just STAND for things on principle. My theory is he will get to that point, but allowing him to cope in his way, within reason, makes for a more positive experience in the beginning. Do I want the blanket to mean a fight, or a noneventful weird human thing that just meant more carrots? I think you know the answer! 

Scrappy got a blanket coz Rambo had to, and they could then commiserate on how dumb they looked instead of one trying to undress the other  😉 

 Rambo decided maybe that shed with the alfalfa in it was the place to be

I was sad to see the storm hadn’t lasted as long as predicted, but the horses were happy to see me coming to strip blankets, especially the Nebraska child who certainly seems to question this whole blanketing in pasture notion. Yes DEAR Scrappy boy, after Rambo’s polite blanket session, *bronced* his blanket off, while haltered, then snorted and quivered til it was buckled on. This from the 100 mile endurance horse. I have a sneaking suspicion he’s been hanging out with a certain 4 legged redhead too much recently..

Who ME?  
The 2 1/2 yr old has a Come Hither look, break out the horsey chastity belts! 

 Rambo got a little squirty by the blanket sliding off his butt and trotted away from the plastic-y sheet sounds, so I parked the carrot bag on the blanket and turned away to “fix fence,” just seeing how long it’d take him to come back and check out the scenario. OH, I’d say about 15 seconds on that one, and funnily enough he didn’t stomp/chew/drag anything, just sniffed as below and then waited for me to give him another carrot.

I think this is the first photos I’ve gotten of Rambo where you can see any notion of his odd walk, here he is mid stride looking to roll, but you can see that his right hind sort of “Swings” out to the side as it does in the slow walk. 

Doesn’t slow down his rolling at all, though he does a weird athletic compensating hop to get up on that right side at this point.
Scrappy has made himself a perfectly round and well maintained dirt/mud hole at the top corner of his pasture, here he is doing his daily maintenance on it:

“Told ya I didn’t need a blanket..”

The sun is very much back today, plus a frost. No more rain in the 10 day forecast. Bye again Winter, hope you’ll come back soon!

The Only Kind of Babysitting You Can Rely on Me For

Scrap and I hit the lake today and rode with Mel of Boots and Saddles, babysitting her on the 3 year old race bred Arabian she has in for 3 months light under saddle work. It went a little something like this:
I led.

 Then she led.

We walked and trotted, and she had some great first canters with Tig. Then we stared at stuff:

And Tig, quietly, stared at stuff:

 Scrappy looked for treats, and then stared at some other stuff:

 It was fun, relaxed, non dramatic. The biggest spook of the day was executed by coming 9 yr old sleepy fella Scrappy, go figure. Tig seems to quite reasonable and willing, and obviously enjoys the trail. There were a few things that Mel worked with and adapted to, but that’s her story to tell. My story is that I enjoyed the day and my Scrappy fella, and riding with a good friend who is discovering and reminding herself of the fun of a solid minded young project/prospect horse. Pretty well a fine Saturday, I’d say!

Chiro for All

Tell me that I really should, have to, absolutely, maybe MUST do something for my horse, and I’m likely to look at you with a slight head tilt and a raised eyebrow, known as the “Skeptical Kodiak” around here:

There are so many unique horse personalities out there and so many ways to achieve various things depending on your goals or situations that I feel you can apply absolutely, maybe MUST  to just about nothing except “Listen to your Horse.” 
Oh, and get your horse a chiro check up. 

 First let me say that I tried a handful of  horse chiropractors before finding the one the horses and I liked best. I never had a bad experience, per se, but 2 of the practitioners my horses didn’t respond to as positively and one had a sky high bill that I couldn’t stomach. I was lucky to finally find a wonderful Chiro gal, D, who the horses love *and* I can afford, even with the ever growing herd. I guess what I am saying is, if you aren’t happy with your first experience, please don’t write the whole thing off! Whether you have a youngster, a rescue project, a sound and active riding horse, or a retiree, Chiropractic work is your friend. Oh, you want examples? 
1. The Youngster
  My Arabian filly Sheza turns 3 in April. She will also be heading out to a dear and trusted endurance/trainer friend for 30 days of very light saddle training and general world exposure this spring. Sheza has been blasting around this place at top speeds, with the occasional tumble, since the day she was born. Is she sound? You betcha. Has she ever been put under work/carried a rider before? Nope. So can I fairly say that because she is sound her back and neck and everything else is all in order and ready for a little work/carrying weight? No, I’m simply not qualified. 
on a slight uphill, my almost 3 yr old..! 
I’d never had Sheza checked before due to her young age, but since her life is taking on new challenges soon it was only fair to at least establish a base line of where her body is, if not correct anything.  D found the logic sound and checked her all over and only found one small spot in her neck to adjust! Good news, and I can now send her for some light saddle work in good conscience. Just think: your sensitive young horse sent out for first under saddle training with their neck/back/hips out of adjustment? No thanks.
2. The Rescue/Project
 Rambo has been here for just over a week now. He has this scar on his right hind leg:
He drags both hind toes at a slow walk. He swings this right hind outward slightly at the walk. He has no butt muscle on either side, but it appears a bit atrophied on the right side. He is not lame in the least.When he moves out with impulsion he looks wonderful and you’d never guess he had a thing going on, but he doesn’t have the muscle to maintain that for long. He has lovely big bare feet and wears all 4 hooves completely evenly. Quite interesting!! I could see the bread crumbs along the trail but I didn’t (and still possibly don’t!)  know whether they lead to a sound riding horse or a horse that can’t hold up to work because of that previous injury. Oh boy did I want a professional opinion! 
These pictures don’t accurately capture his butt. Oddly,he photographs much better than he looks in person. He’s darling in person, but scrappier, younger looking, and his butt is much more pathetic. 
right side atrophy?

 the good side

D’s face when she saw him walk made my heart sink. She saw the slight swing and the toe drag, and thought stifle damage. Then she saw his even toes and felt his intact, undamaged stifle, and got kind of excited. I moved him out for her in circles and on the straight, and she re examined him. She determined nothing was “out” that she could adjust, and was really excited by the prospect that with time and gradually upped butt building work he could well go down the trail as a riding horse yet. 
With the knowledge that his stifle is okay and a professional second opinion from head to toe, my plan of action is moving Rambo onto Sheza’s hilly pasture (scroll up and look at her butt again! really!) then after 4 weeks observation on that, start taking him walking/jogging in the various degrees of hilly terrain around the neighborhood, upping and adjusting work load as appropriate.
3.Sound, Active Riding Horse
I bought Scrappy in July 2013. Despite already using and appreciating chiro work, I wasn’t quite at the mindset of “have a new horse checked first thing” yet. He rode great aside from the occasional left hind toe drag on a steep downhill and a bit of reluctance to canter. I felt 10 funny steps on a September 50 miler and rider optioned with a sound horse, just in case. D came out to see him after that and was amazed at his solid, sound, willing, performance for me over the last few months, as his hips were completely out! I watched the top of his croup go from pointy to completely soft and jiggly, then upon riding a few days later, found the toe drag had disappeared and my horse suddenly not only enjoyed cantering on both leads butt threw flying lead changes for funsies, too! 
I had Scrappy rechecked with D on Monday and his hips needed a slight adjustment but nowhere near as dramatic as before. His initial months of stoic performance despite being out of whack cemented my personal preference to have a Chiro out to check all new arrivals before they do any serious work.
4. The Retiree
In my ongoing pursuit of a juustt-right Desire in fall 2012/most of 2013, she had massage, chiropractic work, supplements, hock injections, and I still felt a slight, intermittent something in her hind end under saddle. She is a forward, hot horse who slams her feet down and has a lot of torque, plus is naturally spooky and doesn’t roll often. At every chiro adjustment she was out of whack nearly from head to tail. She is also 18 this year, so I was fighting the uphill battle against age, regardless. She was a fabulous endurance horse and LOVED eating up the trails, but I had reached the point of keep trying and pouring money into it, or give her a well earned retirement. In early summer last year I turned her out in the biggest pasture with the goats, declared her retired, and put the money I could have kept pouring into fighting for soundness into buying Scrappy. 
It hurts my heart a bit to see my beloved first 50 miler and multi day partner flying around the field looking fabulous, not to be doing the same with me on her back in the future, but as I also told friends recently, I could tell she was content despite her (in my mind) unused  natural work ethic. She flirts with Blaze over the fence, bosses goats, and runs about when she wants to, taking her easy days as needed when she isn’t feeling as fleet footed. 
retirement is rough
You can see that I would be very interested to have D look at Desire this time around, since this would be Desire’s first adjustments since being fully retired for 6 months+.  Guess what? She didn’t need a single thing adjusted!  I would have really felt bad if she had continued to be that out of whack without being under work, but clearly retirement agrees with her. I am so grateful I can give her the big pasture she deserves to rock her Retired Status in, and am comforted knowing I  made a good decision retiring her.
5. The Smug Flexible One: You may be wondering where darling little Blaze is in all of this. Mr. Blaze, my craigslist special, has old scars and bumps and a hoof that looks like it was nearly ripped off at some point in his life. He also rolls at least a few times a day, every day, and does downward dog stretches and all sorts of horse yoga of his own accord. He is 18 years old like Desire but unlike Desire he is sounder than sound, has the best knees and flexion on the place and has only ever needed one small neck adjustment, ever.  His contribution to the chiropractic spectrum is being a good story, sound and well adjusted against all odds! 

Featured Horse: Big Handsome Morab coming-3 yr old Gelding

Location: Red Bluff, CA
Breed: registered Morab
Age: 2 1/2
Height: 15 hh
Pedigree:TBD
Price: $500

Meet “Chauncy,” a handsome young Morab gelding with a build to go forever!
*Registered going on 4 years old, Morgan/Arabian. Nice lineage. 
Sire is The Scandanavian (Morgan) http://www.allbreedpedigree.com/the+scandinavian
Dam is Savannah J ( Serafix/Bask bred Arabian)

*Halter broke, utd on feet and shots

Janie 530-527-8587