What do you do on a near 80 degree day in February when you only have an hour and your fur beast still has his full winter coat? You do liberty work with the mounting block, and then you randomly decide to climb on him, without bothering to put on reins or bareback pad or… Continue reading Bridleless update
Every week or so the Mice come to ride Midas. He is now thoroughly and completely desensitized to high voices and powerful lungs that exuberantly greet him from a distance. He’s also adjusted pretty well to being hugged–though I think it still bewilders him a bit. He is accustomed to children jumping away when he… Continue reading Mice and Midas
I originally thought that Midas bucking after fences was what caused his owner to fall off in the hunt field a few years ago. Now, after watching things unfold after I took a tumble at the jumper show, I think that the first fall was just because stuff happens. And I think that it freaked… Continue reading Jumping
Midas is a foxhunter. Though, he hasn’t gone much in the past 4 years. The hunt he typically goes out with isn’t really a break-neck crazy crew. They jump teeny logs at a run through the woods, sure, but if they come up to anything remotely serious they stop and going over one at a… Continue reading What is it about fences?
Midas has this annoying little habit of yanking on the reins when he’s standing. He’s done it as long as I’ve known him, and it’s pretty much never been a priority for me to deal with. First lesson was don’t move your feet without permission. There were days when it was 10-15 minutes before I… Continue reading Chomping
Scientists are studying equine social behavior, now. No horse person is surprised, but they keep finding out that horses are insanely smart, learn body language, words, and problem solving skills. Some horses definitely have more problem solving skills than others. I can’t wait for them to do a study comparing horses, ponies, donkeys and mules.… Continue reading Science and the horse
I want to be able to ride Midas, formerly the bully freight train, bridleless and halterless. He already goes quietly in a halter–before I broke my foot I was cantering him in a halter. The time off from the foot was a serious set back for me, and set back our ridden work. So we… Continue reading Operation Bridleless