David was out to trim the horses this morning. What a beautiful morning it is, too. The sky has a warm hue, the trees have lively expressions, and the birds are singing a new song of joy. God is good! David arrived about 9:45, getting started immediately.
The Grand daughter was first in line with her horse, Handsome. Okay so, he’s not the best looking horse I’ve ever seen, but to a 14 year old girl, his name says it all. He’s always a gentleman. There’s a lot to be said about a horse that’s “been there done that”. He picks up all fours with little bother of what’s going on around him. With a sleepy look in his eyes, he knows exactly, when it’s time for David to pick up the next limb.
Next in line was Jerzey. She’s a bit mischievous. She doesn’t do anything mean. How ever she moves around like someone having ants in their pants. Quite trying at times. As soon as he gets her set up, she moves just enough to knock him off-balance, bumps his behind with her nose or picks at his pockets looking for something to eat. Having done a lot of motivational training with food doesn’t help the situation any. My mistake! ha ha Never the less, she’ll settle down with a light suggestion of discipline and the jobs done in a timely manner. See it wasn’t that bad, Jerzey.
Now , it’s down to the last Mohican. Jewels is more of a head scratcher. She’s what I call a nervous Nellie. Though better than when we first got her, she’s still extremely challenging for someone other than myself to move around her at times. She has gotten use to me, and I can handle all fours with no problem. I can still feel the tension when I approach her, but she quiets down almost immediately now. Lowering her head, licking her lips, chewing on her tongue and cocking a rear leg to rest.
I’m absolutely smitten with this mare. When I first saw this horse, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The man I bought her from was trying to steer me in all directions. He had several horses for sale. All were extremely broke and had prior jobs. Either reining, ranch work or western pleasure training. They were nice to look at, even nicer than this mare. But, my eye was fixated on her. She had a look of loneliness, and her eyes resembled cold black steel balls. Utterly lifeless. The others horses picked on her, would run her around the paddock area and push her out of my view. In spite of all that, she didn’t have a blemish on her. I told the man, she’s the one. He had a look of confusion on his face. You could tell in his mind, I have many other horses that were more suitable for an out of shape fat women nearly 60 years old. Never the less I was going to take this frightened animal and give her a pleasant sanctuary within the limits of our home.
I’ve not regretted my decision. Every day I work with her is an improvement. She learns in one session what takes my other horses sometimes days or weeks to learn. In my mind, she’s a gem. She gave little trouble during the trim this morning. Even the farrier said, “what an improvement from my last visit”. We were both pleasantly surprised by her willingness to cooperate.