Monday, October 21, 2019

Every Day is Halloween (Oct. 4)


I wasn’t sure what Avalon was going to do when the weather turned. Most horses, especially hot-blooded horses like Arabians, are more alert and fearful as the season change. Spring and Fall are windy and different, which leaves horses more susceptible to predation. Naturally, they are spookier. It isn’t uncommon to see herd of horses trotting, cantering, or galloping around their pastures during this time of year.

At first, I was pleasantly surprised. Ava didn’t seem to notice the wind and temperature changes, but a few days later she fell into the typical behavior of horses in the fall. Halloween may be on the 31st, but every day in October is a haunted trail for horses.


For a few months, this area has gotten a lot of rain. Remember my summer storm post? It hasn’t really stopped since then (As I edit this post, nearly twenty days later, it is still raining). Fall brought all of the rain and it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. I can’t help wondering if this bodes a heavy snowfall come winter…but I’ll have plenty of time to worry about that later. For now, the result of rain is mud, mud, mud, and more mud. The driveway is muddy. The pasture is muddy. The arena is muddy. 


This adds an additional challenge to training, as Avalon likes to bolt mindlessly and fall down. I have never met a horse who falls down as much as Ava does. I don’t think it is neurological, because she runs around perfectly fine in the pasture. However, when she bolts or takes off during training, she pays no attention to her feet and often falls directly on her rear end. Totally makes me want to start riding her . . . or not. 

I love her ears in this picture: one on me, one on the trees.
I played the circling game with her in the arena, the goal being to make her think instead of reacting (and stay on her feet). She has improved so much! I think she still slipped once, when I asked her to canter. She can trot and walk calmly, but as soon as she canters, she panics and bolts. I have a theory that it is claustrophobia from hitting the end of the lead rope. I’ll play around with a longer rope and see if a bigger circle helps her.

The other thing we worked on was downward transitions. She knows her upward transitions well and responds to the cue promptly. However, downward transitions are all but nonexistent. On a more positive note, our circles are circular! It seems small but it is a victory for us. 

I was asking Avalon to back up here. She thought I wanted her to flex laterally, so she flexed all the way to one side, and then the other. The whole time she looked at me like, "Isn't this what you want?"
I mentioned a while ago that I’ve been long lining Avalon! She follows the feel at the walk and the trot. I used to have trouble getting her to move out, but now she is forward and responsive. She does try to rubberneck and push through the aids. I’m not worried, we both just need to get the hang of it. I love how low she holds her head. She really reaches into the “contact” of the reins and rope halter. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Why Blogger Why? !Warning!

I just completed a long, detailed post. Spent over an hour on it.

You know that feeling when you out in all this work and then the beautiful nearly-finished product is sitting there? And then you hit Save and Close to set it aside before the final edit. And then Blogger says . . . "you have unsaved changes" so you hit Save again.
And again.
And again.
And finally you close the post.

And it deletes more than half of the post.

If this happens to you, I suggest copying your post so you can paste it if the save button suddenly decides to quit. Wish I had thought of that earlier!

***Update:I don't know if I'm the only one experiencing this but Blogger is doing crazy ish today. My photos are coming off of my my phone in original size which has never happened. And I just deleted a duplicate post only to have it reappear. When I deleted it again, it changed to a different post after I hit Yes and deleted another draft I had in progress. Be careful in the wild jungle of blogger today! It's wild.***

Update numero dos:
The second deleted post magically showed up in my list of posts again. I opened and copied it, then it disappeared again. At least I was able to save my content! Still have no clue whats up. Maybe blogger is haunted?

Sunday, October 13, 2019

The Month of September

I am utterly behind on posts. I could skip ahead to the present day, but Ava and I have made incredible progress. I don't want to give the impression that it happened overnight. In reality, everything we have learned together was a slow, steady process with tiny achievements that built up over time. So here is a small over view of things we did in September.

September 6th
Avalon ties so much better now! Consistency has taught her that the hitching post is a designated standing place. I can tie her directly to the post, or just loop the line around and I know she'll be there when I return. Here you can see her tasting the lead rope. Hopefully she doesn't ever learn to untie herself!

September 8th
She lost the extra summer weight as the weather changed. I'm glad she lost that tubby stomach, but I hope she doesn't go into winter looking thin.

September 10th
We went on so so many walks. All the way down the driveway; all the way up the gravel road. We had a few close calls (one day she tried to back into a moving car to escape a scary looking house). But the best part is that when she is afraid, she doesn't call for her buddies. She looks to me for comfort and direction.

September 11th
This is Avalon standing at the end of the driveway. You can see the garbage cans behind her. She is a wary, but maintaining her composure.

September 13th
Grey horse; grey sky. Just look at those dapples!
September 15th
On this day, I barely had two minutes to visit the barn. We took some grade A (A for awkward) twilight selfies.
September 15th
September 16th
As the pastures were grazed down and turned to mud, Avalon's favorite thing was to graze on the lush grass outside the fence.
September 17th
I love when I turn her loose in the pasture and she hangs out with me at the gate. One rainy day, I walked Avalon past her herd into the far pasture before letting her go. She took a few steps and then galloped calling for her buddies. . . that we had just passed.

September 17th

Falling asleep on the hitching post.
September 18,2019
I wish I could remember everything, but I'm sure I left so many things out. We spent time doing nothing in "scary" areas (like when I took the photo above). I taught her to paw object on command using clicker training. We even started long lining!!

Now you're caught up (sort of, mostly). I honestly can't say what the future holds, but there will be an exciting post all about training Avalon with one hand. 

Monday, October 7, 2019

Broken Finger Updates

***No worries (or depending on who you are, I'm sorry to say) there are not any gruesome pictures in this post. No blood, bruising, or else. Just some swelling.***

Well, there you have it, in the title: I broke my first bone. I am blessed to have a straight-forward fracture of the distal phalanx of my right index finger. No surgery needed, just a splint for a couple of months. I consider myself very blessed, because people have lost fingers in similar situations.

Thank you everyone who left a comment wishing well or sharing your experiences, I loved reading them.


I was desensitizing Avalon with a plastic bag when the rope wrapped around my finger. I have no idea how that happened; I'm careful with ropes. I was flinging a plastic bag near Ava's feet, so she (naturally) threw her head in the air, tightening the rope around my finger and jerking it. Immediately I thought, "I broke it." But I tend to be a dramatic, pain-sensitive human so I let it go and focused on training my horse. I had to teach her that plastic bags aren't monsters after all. 

Five or ten minutes later, the hand was still hurting. I decided desensitizing a spooky Arab mare with one hand was a bad plan and called it a day. When I untied the rope halter I realized the pain was increasing. I figured I would drive home and show the finger to my mom. 

At that point adrenaline kicked in (although I was already hyped up on adrenaline from desensitizing Avalon on a windy day) and I hurriedly threw all my horse stuff into the back of my car instead of putting it away in the barn. Shout out to my barn owner, L, who was outside with his kids, and grabbed a baggy of ice cubes for me. He offered me pain killers, but my finger didn't really hurt that bad, so I turned him down.

I drove to an empty parking lot to call my parents (no cell service at the barn). When they didn't pick up, I googled "what to do when you break your finger" in true Millennial/Gen Z fashion. WebMD said to immobilize the finger with a splint. I didn't have a Popsicle stick and tape, but I rummaged through my car and made a splint with what I had available.


Up until this point, the pain was minimal and I was planning on driving myself home, or to urgent care based on what my parents recommended. But let me tell you, splinting your own broken bone is not  the good stuff. My finger had been bent, so I straightened the broken section to immobilize it. Every part of my body started screaming at me "whatareyoudoingthishurtswearegonnadie." My mom called me back right on time for the hyperventilating and blubbering. I felt really annoyed with myself actually, because I didn't feel emotionally panicked at all. I felt very calm, my finger just hurt like a peach. ;)

At that point, I was feeling very light-headed so I opted to wait for my parents to come drive me to the doctor. When they arrived I was calm again, albeit a little giddy. At the local ER, I had probably the best doctor experience I've ever had. Dr. Olsen even complimented my homemade splint. Three x-rays later they told me I broke my finger tip, but everything was lined up and there was no need for surgery.

Overall, I'm pretty happy with myself. I've always low-key wanted to break a bone at some point in my life for the experience. This is probably the least inconvenient bone to break. It is also the most commonly broken bone, according to Google. Other than the initial self-splinting, the pain has been minimal. To top it off, I already know how to write with my left hand, because I'm just a nerd like that. Honestly, I feel pretty bad*ss.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

My First Equestrian Emergency Room Visit

*No worries (or depending on who you are, I'm sorry to say) there are not any gruesome pictures in this post. No blood, bruising, or else. Just some swelling.*

I'm currently sitting in the ER waiting for x-rays to come back.

I was having a delightful desensitizing session with Ava and somehow managed to wrap the rope around my right ring finger as I spooked her with a plastic bag. It's surprising since normally I'm really careful with ropes.

Doesn't look too bad, but it doesn't feel right.

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Small Victories (September 9th)



This particular rainy day, I arrived at the barn with no expectations. The weather wasn't ideal, I wasn't in a good mood, and the horses were distracted. Writing this post nearly a month later, there are many things I don't remember.

I do remember small victories.

1) Avalon walked with me away from the herd during a storm (she gets spookier during storms).
2) When Ava was afraid, she balked instead of running around, rearing, and/or bucking. Some people might not prefer this behavior. But to me, an Arabian who chooses to stand and look instead of run is using her mind.

It was merely one short, unexciting session in the rain.

The kind of day that forms the relationship I want to have with my horse.