Courage

 

Have you ever wondered about the person who first thought it was a good idea to try to ride a horse?

I had always thought that the horse was initially driven, but recent archeological finds have suggested that the horse was actually ridden first.

What the heck were they thinking?

I suppose early man noticed that the horse was swift, agile, and athletic.

Even his features, glossy coat, flowing mane and long tail, added up to some unmistakable standard of beauty. So, I suppose that might have had an appeal, albeit one difficult to measure.

But they must have had other reasons since I am not sure how much time early man had for the appreciation of beauty. Perhaps they observed and appreciated the fact that the horse, unlike most hoofed animals, didn’t have horns or antlers. (Thank heavens for small mercies.)

As a grazer, the horse’s jaw bones had grown longer over time, ensuring that he could keep an eye on his surroundings while fulfilling his nutritional requirements in the tall grass of the open plains. The elongation of his jaw bones left a gap in the horse’s mouth behind his incisors and in front of his molars. On a practical level, this provided a perfect place for some kind of instrument of control to rest.

Domestication also required a commitment from both the animal being domesticated as well as the human doing the domestication.  At some point the horse probably came to believe that he had a better chance of being fed by these hairless creatures than being eaten by them.

The horse, being a generalist in terms of his diet, would be easier to domesticate than let’s say, a panda bear. If you tried to domesticate panda bears and you ran out of bamboo shoots, it wouldn’t take too long to run out of panda bears. The horse on the other hand could eat a wide variety of grains, fruits and vegetables and so he could probably survive on the scraps that early man left just outside the glow of the fire pit.

All these things make sense but still someone, somewhere had to lie awake one night and decide that tomorrow, it might be a good idea to try to sit on one of those things…

We can only imagine the reaction he received from his peers. His wife probably rolled her eyes and suggested that for his next trick he should try flapping his arms and flying up to that white disc in the sky.

Actually, on many levels, the courage of that first rider has to rank pretty close to the courage of our moon walking astronauts and the task, under the circumstances, no less daunting.

Whoever that first rider was, kudos to him!

Friendships

 

(Pebbles and Jake’s friendship flourished because of the fence.)

It’s funny how some friendships are expressed. I guess it’s the same with people as with horses. I probably just tend to notice it with horses because I’m around them more often.

For example, when I go in the field to get Radley, he will stroll right past Dallas’s paddock without so much as a look. But if he gets to the barn, goes into his stall, and realizes that Dallas is not right next-door in his stall? Well, let’s just say you need earplugs. He’ll start to scream like his life is about to end simply because his Palomino pony is not in the adjoining stall.

I was thinking about that because today we had to keep Pebbles in for the blacksmith. When I go out in the field to get Pebbles and Bella, they’re usually standing at least 20 feet apart. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen them any closer than that. In fact, at the end of the day when it’s time to come in, if I clip the lead to Bella and then walk towards Pebbles to try to clip him up, I have to hold her back, sort of behind me so that Pebbles will let us get close enough for me to clip the lead line on his head collar. He seems to want to have nothing to do with her and she returns the favour by seemingly being quite indifferent to him.

Well, not today.

Today when we put Bella out in the paddock and left Pebbles in, you would have thought the world was going to end. Bella called and called like a mare whose foal had just been taken from her to be weaned. I’m not sure Pebbles could hear her and I’m not convinced he would have cared even if he could. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Pebbles has a quiet arrogance about him. He would be unlikely to register any real surprise that she missed him but rather he would just think that this should be the way the world unfolds

I wish the two of them could be better friends but at least now I think we know who’s holding that process up.

I find it endlessly fascinating to watch these kinds of dynamics. In this instance, I suspect it is because Pebbles has reached an age where he realizes defending himself or even running away would likely not end well for him. So, he makes the decision to keep a safe distance. The same thing happened to Jake years ago. Although a dominate horse in his youth, as he aged he became less and less confident and finally was happiest when we took him out of the large herd and teamed him up with just one or two friends.

If nothing else, these moments should remind us that regardless of how domesticated we think horses are there is still a wildness about them, a connection to nature that is primal. It is a good thing to remember this when we train and ride horses. Not only does it help keep us safe, it also helps us understand the horse’s world view.  When we keep that view in mind, we can make wiser decisions about when and what to ask of him.

(Imagine Pebbles not liking a charming girl like Bella…)

Follow the leader

 

There are so many reasons that horses are amazing.

Horses are generous, they can read us nearly instantaneously and they are so honest in their appraisal of us that it almost hurts sometimes. As anyone who rides knows, horses never ever tire of telling us when we don’t have things quite right. But the horse also looks, perhaps more than any other animal, for a leader which is one of the things that makes the sport of riding so fascinating.

Imagine, as we always try to do at Harrogate, how the world seems to a horse. Most everything is different and potentially dangerous and he is asked to go into these situations, not at liberty, but while carrying the burden of a rider on his back. This rider may be balanced or not, and they may have quiet hands, or not. But the horse is being asked to navigate around while dealing with all our possible shortcomings as riders. He might feel threatened at any given moment by the noises, sights, smells that he is confronted with. In nature, he would seek out his peers in the herd and determine whether or not the time to run had arrived. But now we ask him to tamp down that desire for flight. We ask him not to take notice of his peers thundering footsteps but to stay with us.

How can this be done?

Well there are a number of ways. One would be to intimidate the horse into believing that the consequences of disobedience outweigh the consequences of facing their fear. Unfortunately, a frightened, intimidated horse lacks confidence and a horse lacking in confidence is unreliable. At some point the fear of retribution will be outweighed by fear of whatever the heck is scaring him at that moment.

Another option would be to use severe coercive equipment on the horse…equipment that through mechanical advantage or pain/pressure could force the horse into compliance. But again, even the most restrictive equipment will eventually be no match for a horse that moves into full blown panic.

So, what’s a better option? Well, first it must be acknowledged that a horse is a horse and by nature unpredictable, quick, and fearful at times. But if the horse can have confidence in his rider, a sense that his rider is his leader, the results can be astonishing.

A leader is someone that the horse follows willingly, that the horse feels safe with. A leader is clear in his expectations for the horse and never asks the horse for things he is unable to do. The leader knows his horse’s limitations and strives to build the horse’s confidence and abilities incrementally.

I think it is always good to remember that the horse did not choose to be ridden. It is we who have decided to interact with him in this way. Any mistakes the horse makes are based on the fact that he is a horse.

It is we, who as riders and horseman, have to learn to understand his language, give him confidence and be the leader that he wants to follow.

There are so many rewards for approaching training this way. We discover that these skills are not only useful with our horses but transferable into all most all other aspects of our lives.

 

 

 

1985

 

It seems like yesterday and at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago.

That was the year I had this vaguely insane notion to start my own riding school.

I had managed the University of Toronto’s riding school for a few years and after it shut down, I managed to find temporary homes for all my school horses. Then began the search for a place where I could start again.

There were some moments where it seemed unlikely, but on October 1, 1985 the farm at Gormley came available for lease and so happily, my U. of T. school horses and me were back in business.

I am reminded of all of this because this week, Rochelle Morais has been up from the States for a visit to the farm. She was my first Camp Director all those years ago and having her here this past week has been wonderful. We’ve been reminiscing and cleaning, cleaning and reminiscing…lots of fun.

On Friday night, some of the original campers are coming to the farm for a reunion of sorts. These are kids that were as young as 7 back when Harrogate started operations. We have all tried to keep in touch over the years but getting together has proved problematic. Some are in other provinces and some are in other countries. Some are doctors, lawyers, paramedics, veterinarians and many have started families and have children of their own. But the ones who are able to are going to come for a visit.

It is a bit unsettling to think too much about the amount of time that has passed but I can’t begin to express how honoured I am that they still think enough of their experiences at Harrogate to want to meet up here this weekend.

We are already thinking of a bigger reunion in the future…where everyone could plan way in advance to arrange their schedules so that they could travel to the farm. Maybe in three years for the 35th anniversary…yikes…my fingers sort of hurt typing that…

 

 

Saturday, August 19 work-shop

As most of you know, our young riders, affectionately known as ‘barn rats’, get to learn a lot about horses simply because they get to spend a lot of time here.

But for those of you who were ‘born to ride but forced to work’ we’re offering a day long work-shop with the horses.  You don’t even have to be a rider to join us. You can just be someone who would love to know more about the wonderful world of horses.

Our goal with this workshop is to compress a lot of the barn rats’ experience into a time frame that better suits your busy schedule.

We know that when you have a job and responsibilities, it’s likely hard to find the time to ride once a week, let alone take time to learn about horses.

So, we’re going to fill in those knowledge gaps for you. This is an interactive workshop, where you’ll be handling the horses, working in the arena, in the round pen, and learning all about feeding, grooming, and general care. We’ll teach you how to know if your horse is in good health and what to do if you think he’s not.

In the process, you’ll understand even more clearly how the horse thinks and why he reacts the way that he does. We think that you’re going to end up learning so much about the horse that you’ll appreciate him even more than you do already!

We’ll have refreshments throughout our day and cap it all off with a catered dinner where we can continue our discussions over a glass of wine.

The cost for your day at Harrogate is $97.00.

Form below for registration is here

P.S. Even if you can’t make it, please pass this on to all your horse loving friends!