Pampered Pony

Simon wants to be a stabled pony.

In the barn there is a really big stall.  There are hay bales stacked in half of it and the remaining part is about the size of a normal stall.  It has a manger in it, which is not used, and a door that opens into the barn.  There is also a door on the other side that opens to outside of the barn and into one of the fields.  This side opening has two doors on it and there is a 2X10 board that can be put across the doorway  to keep the ponies out while still leaving it open for airflow and easy access.  Lately, I have had one of the doors anchored closed and the bar up across the other door.  Simon is out in this field so I hang his feed tub on the bar, and put hay out for him through this opening.  I have also been taking him through this doorway into the barn when I bring him in, because then I eliminate having to go through the other horses’ field to get him into the barn.  When the other horses see me they tend to come running, begging for food, and if I have Simon in tow, they like to pin their ears, snap at him and often threaten to kick him.  So it’s just easier to go through the other side of the barn.

On Saturday I was back and forth through the side door and had Simon in, to finish his clip job, as mentioned in the previous post, and apparently I forgot to secure the board when I closed up for the night.  To secure the board, there is a long nail that can be pushed through a hole in the board and then into the board holder, preventing it from being knocked down.  But without the nail securing it for the night, Simon lifted the board out of his holders and marched his butt on into the stall.  He dug out two hay bales, fluffing them into a bed, which he clearly slept in, and spent his night happily munching away.

Sunday I cleaned up his mess, and secured the board back in place with the nail run through.

When I get to the barn, Simon usually whinnies to me and stands at the fence watching me walk down the hill.  But when I arrived last night after work, Simon was nowhere to be seen.  I went through the field and into the barn and there he was, greeting me happily from the stall.  Where he had again, dug up a hay bale and created a nice cushy nest.  Knowing I had run the nail through the previous night, I checked the board and it was still secured in place, although he had lifted the other end of the 2X10  out, which was hanging at a height of about three feet.  He had managed to climb or jump inside with it this way and he was pleased as punch with himself and happy to have me join him in the barn.  (I really wish I had my camera on me for that one)

Last night I cleaned his mess back up, and closed both doors securely.  Poor Simon is just going to have to stay outside, or in the run in, and accept that he is an easy keeper outdoor pony and not a pampered pony that lives in a stall.  I bet he would happily move into my living room if I let him in the house.  And he would probably insist I leave the TV on for him all day too.  Silly pony.

Modified Clip

I finally got around to finishing Simon’s clip job.  This is his second one for the winter.  I got his body complete, and decided to do the bottom of his head.  He was great for his body but not too keen on having those giant clippers around his head.  But I did the bottom of his jaw, up to his halter line.

Then I tacked up for a ride and took note that the face clip job is bad.  It’s not straight, it doesn’t go up to his cheek bone line, nor to the bridle line.  But whatever, it works.  I am leaving it.

We are just going to call this a “modified clip”.

Cold Weather Gear – 2012

This is what it says right now

It got cold here.  Cold Cold.  Like in the low teens at the warmest part of the day cold.  Which is pretty chilled for around here.  It has been a little shocking to the system after a winter that has so far been mostly warm.

I did have the best intentions of finishing Simon’s clip job on Monday, but with it being so cold, I opted to wait.  I didn’t even consider it yesterday, which was Tuesday, and even colder than Monday.  But its suppose to warm up this coming weekend so I guess I’ll go back over his whole body then. 

men's

Yesterday I pulled out my old Carhartts.  They are black men’s cut bibs that have the buttons on the sides of the hips.  When I purchased them a couple years ago, I got them in a snug fit so they would be somewhat fitted for riding.  I have grown a little rounder since then and I was wearing jeans when I attempted to pull them on for the first time this year.  I performed near acrobatics, jumping around, like I was doing a rendition of a tribal dance, trying to pull those suckers on and keep my pants down at the same time.  I ended with my jeans squished up around my knees, and was squeezed in enough to feel like that kid from the Christmas Story movie when he is in his snow suit.  Good luck bending over! 

I pulled them back off, ran out to the barn and fed the ponies.  It took me about 10 minutes and I was too cold by the time I finished.  I was also a little disoriented because I had a hat and neck gator on, with just my glasses sticking out.  And all that warm air leaking from my head and neck had my glasses fogged up so I couldn’t see, so I would pop them up and then the horses were all blurry.  This is my first winter fully healed from a pretty intense riding accident and my right knee, leg, ankle and foot were aching terribly.  There is also something going on with my teeth (I broke down and called the dentist this morning to set up an appointment) and the cold air was making them throb. 

I got these

 Loss of vision, being dressed inappropriately for the extreme cold, stiff achiness down one lower appendage and my teeth throbbing added up to too much.  After finishing the task of feeding, I jumped in my truck, and drove straight to the tractor store where I bee lined to the coveralls section. 

 I was happily surprised to discover that they have lady’s cut ones now, which is fantastic.  Being equipped with womanly hips,  I found the men’s cut ones a bit awkward in that region when I got my last pair, and they have remedied this with the ladies line.  The Tractor store brand, CE Schmidt, which is basically a Carhartt knock off, also had a matching line of ladies cut coveralls.  They are even in the same girl friendly colors the Carhartt line is in of pink, purple, raspberry and the standard non-girly brown. 

and I got gloves very similar to these

 I was pretty set on brown, as I am not such a girly colored person, and although I do like pink, I like it in a small quantity mixed in with a large quantity of dark blue or some other less frilly color.   And really, I just don’t think I can pull off full body pink with horse dirt and poo all over it.  Being a very color oriented person, I really wish they had them in navy blue, which is the color just about everything I own is in, but that was not an option.  In the end, I walked out of the store with a pair of purple Schmidt coveralls, which are totally going to throw off my personal color scheme, and the very last pair of heavy insulated semi-matching gloves, which are pink and one size too big.   Being after the holidays, and on sale, the size and color selection just didn’t work out to my apparently, too high expectations. 

 After that, I laid around the house in my new coveralls, looking like a big warm purple grape, all evening.   

 It should be obvious, but I am still amazed every year at how much of a difference being dressed appropriately for the weather makes.  And with all the advanced clothing technology that have been coming out the past decade or so, there really is no excuse to not be outfitted properly.  Equipment like the mock turtleneck cold gear shirts Under Armour sells are an outstanding bottom layer and can make the difference between comfort and disaster during a day outside in the cold. 

 I am actually looking forward to doing some barn work tonight, dressed for the weather, and I might even put my contacts in to help feel a little less disoriented.

New Year’s Auction – 2012

I spent Sunday, at the annual New Year’s day sale up at Eylers Horse Auction in Thurmont, Maryland.  I went up with a couple friends and saw a bunch of other friends up there.  It was a fun way to start the year off. 

There were 160 something plus horses for sale, some trailers and tons of tack and gear.  I did not find a new companion for Simon.  None of the ponies fit my oh-so-specific criteria.  There was a Haflinger that was pretty close, but a few inches too tall for me.  It would have been a great new pony for my teammate Kim or friend Kelly, but his price tag ended up going a bit too high.  Linda grabbed up a new pony though, so we didn’t go home with an empty trailer. 

I did get some new barn items for just a few bucks.  A few simple things like a lead rope, hay bag, rope cowboy halter, horse ball for Ash dog and I got this really cool super long bridle rack.  I am getting ready to have the barn to myself again so I am looking forward to reorganizing my tack and gear and straightening it all up and that bridle rack will come in handy! 

As far as horse auctions go, I feel like Eylers is the more productive one for me to attend.  They have bimonthly sales with a pretty good turnout.  I grew up pretty close to it and could go up frequently.  I got my little old pony Osh Kosh there about 15 years ago, and he turned out to be worth every freaking penny I paid for him.  I know a lot of other good ponies that came through there too.  The facility is pretty nice, has a riding ring out back with all weather footing and jumps.  Every horse gets a fresh coggins pulled by a vet on grounds, the barns are well lit and it’s a well run established venue. 

It’s a good 2 ½-3 hours drive for me now so I only go once in a while, but I always see some friends and have a good time. 

The auctions that are more local to me are much smaller.  The last half dozen times I have gone to the closest one, the Orange Auction, which is about 45 minutes to an hour from me, it only had six to twelve horses.  There is no place to ride them, except on the gravel parking lot, and the barns are so dark and dank that it’s hard to see.  There is also a twice yearly Rockingham County auction which is just around the corner for me.  But it’s on Memorial and Labor day, and I am often busy on those days. 

Maybe Ill plan a trip back up to Eylers in the next two months while I am taking some time off from the farmers market.  It’s nice to spend time with my friends over the winter when we are not riding together.  And if I do see a pony I am interested in, I have lots of friends to help make an educated decision to bid or not.

Half a Haircut for the New Year

It’s New Years Eve, I have the day off, and its unseasonably warm outside.  Perfect day to redo Simon’s clip job and go for a leisurely ride around the field.

Daisy hanging out in the barn.

Simon is a little bit sensitive.  The first time I clipped him, he was a demon to ride for about two weeks.  I couldn’t blame him, a saddle rubbing around on newly cut stubbly hairs has to be annoying.  He kept his ears pinned, bucked, donkey kicked, flicked his tail, stomped his feet, shook his head and had spells where he refused to move, it was terrible.

To remedy this, I leave a saddle patch when I clip him now.  I put a saddle pad on his back, and then I draw a line around it using a sharpie or a washable marker.  Then when I clip him, I clip the line off, but leave everything insideof the line untouched.  It solves the problem perfectly. I also don’t usually bother to clip his legs or the majority of his face.

Today I got about a 1/3 of the way into the clip job when the blades needed to be changed out.  I was expecting this because I had already used these blades, but they still had some life left so I wasn’t going to waste that.  But unfortunately this is when I discover that the other two sets of blades I had planned to switch to, were also in need of sharpening.  Awesome.

Oops, the blades are calling it quits

Three sets of unusable blades and a pony with a third of his hair removed. I should have checked to make sure I had a fresh pair of blades before I got started, but being the carefree, fly by the seat of my pants, type of gal I am, I obviously skipped that part.

This is his 'soul patch' aka blanket patch. You can see the line from his last clip job inside of the one I put on today.

Oh well, it’s not like Simon and I have anything to attend over the next few days and we will have to show up with a bad haircut.  And Simon doesn’t seem to care.  So I tacked up and we went for a nice relaxing ride around the field with Daisy bounding along with us.  I guess I’ll try and fix his bad hair cut on Monday.

Simon after our ride, waiting for his reward.

Happy New Year!