Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Telling Tale





Mandy always wanted to ride in the snow.  I told her stories of when I was a kid, how much fun it was to ride in the snow.  But be careful! The horses like to roll in the snow, and will often drop and roll even in mid-stride while riding!  She couldn't wait for snow to come so she could ride in snow.





The day came.  The stars aligned.  It snowed, nice fluffy snow, not wet, sloppy or icy snow.  It was sunny and relatively warm out, around 28-30 degrees.  It was a Sunday, so we all had the day off.  Perfect!  Finally Mandy could ride her horse in the snow!  It was a gorgeous, sunny day, with fresh snow, and the sun was reflecting off the fresh white snow.  A beautiful scene!



Mandy tacked up, just bareback with a sidepull, that Jen is used to all the time.  But Jen was NOT herself.  At all.  She was tossing her head, she was fretting.  She even crow-hopped and kept throwing bucks!  This was NOT like Jen at all, and she was not working out of it, she was actually getting worse.  It wasn't feeling "fresh" from the cold, because it was quite warm out.  It wasn't tack, because there was none.   Could it be the snow?  But she LIVED in the snow.  When it was clear Jen was getting more and more upset, I, as the protective Mom, went into the roundpen to see if I could figure out what the problem was.



When I walked in, Jen dropped her head down, closed her eyes, and pressed her head to my chest and sighed.  Her shoulders were shaking and quivering.  She was NOT cold.  I checked her all over, hear ears, her chest, she was quite warm.  She wasn't shivering from cold, it was 30 degrees.  She is, as of this writing, blanketless at 0f and below.  It wasn't the temperature.  Jen was scared.  Not just scared, she was quivering in fear.  Why?  The neighbors kids were out playing, and their dog was out, but that was nothing new.  And she relaxed as soon as I was there on the ground near her.  And I noticed she was keeping her eyes closed.  And there was just a very slight bit of clear tearing.  I walked over to her right side, and waved my hand in front of her open eye.  Nothing, no reaction.  Waved my hand in front of her left eye.  She blinked a little when I got very close.

The vet came out a couple of weeks later.  Jen is almost completely blind.  She is totally blind in her right eye, and has very limited vision in her left eye.

She has been this way for a very long time.  The vet found evidence of very old scar tissue in her eyes.  She was likely almost this blind when we got her almost 6 years ago.  


It all makes sense now.  Why Auntie Lakota took over the care for Ana, Jen only nursed her, but Auntie Lakota taught her how to behave.  How Jen always would "run up your ass", always had to stand so close to you that she was almost touching you.  Why she always turned herself to put you on her left side.  Why she kicked out at my son when he jumped into her stall.  Why April, the companion mini, never left Jen's side if Jen was away from the heard.  Why Jen was SO herdbound that it took over a year to get her comfortable walking away from the herd, within the confines of the paddock.  Why Jen is "the horse" in every herd that is always dinged up.  Bumped/scraped eye, ran a stick in her coronary, trips over stumps and rocks, scrapes and bumps on her nose.  Why April is always on Jen's right side.  Why Jen freaks out and scoots if a higher herd member (Lakota or Whinney) are on her right side.  Why she always shuts her eyes and clenches her jaw when she is resisting or upset over something.  Why she is always bumping us with her muzzle and head, touching and in your face.  
All the work that we've done with this horse, all the trust that has been built up.  Has been for more than "just" a decade of abuse, more than "just" a decade of neglect, more than a "just" a decade of pumping out foals, more than "just" a decade of starvation.  She has been blind through all this as well.




At the Trot!



I have upped Jen's riding now to twice a week, and have been trying to do longer sessions each time. We ride for about a half an hour, walking in figure eights, and over ground poles. And we have now started trotting! This past Thursday was the third time we trotted and she is doing much much better than our first trot. She has a lot of muscle to build up and has very little balance at the trot so we take it slow and I allow her lots of breaks. I am not riding her bareback at the trot yet just because she doesn't have a lot of balance so if I get off balance, we would both be in trouble! But she does noticeably better every time I get on her, and she is progressing in leaps and bounds these days! This video is of the second time I trotted her.

Mandy and Jen


A little story of a girl and her horse, look at the photos and read the descriptions, in order.


I'm posting a series of pictures that are nothing special really. Just look at the photos in order, and read the captions for the the story





There is nothing terribly interesting about these photos
















They are not aesthetically pleasing photos
















The background isn't beautiful






the horse appears to be nothing special
 






Just a little 14H crossbreed, TWH/Appy/Curly cross 





Just a girl riding her horse




I normally wouldn't share these photos, with the firewood covered by tarps,



Around the backyard



Kids bicycles thrown around



a grey cold, overcast December day




Steep hills, ledge, boulders 



Just an average girl, riding her average horse around the backyard 



I took these photos because Mandy always wants me to take photos when she rides her horse, because she has spent 5 years gaining her trust, retraining her from neglect and abuse, fears of being ridden, fears of being away from her horse friends, and the barn, and the comfort of her paddock.



Photos of a girl riding her horse, around a yard littered with obstacles, steep hills, and ledge. Nothing special that December day, until we found out in January, that Jen is almost completely blind.

What trust that little horse has placed in that girl, more so than we could ever imagine.