Friday, October 24, 2014

Test Results

Luc is negative for type 1 EPSM. That's all the news I have for today!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Words, words, words

On Thursday Scout got to see the equine chiropractor (who is also an experienced equine vet). He watched Scout move, then checked every joint and adjusted where he was stuck. Which turned out to be all over the place. Jaw, atlas, neck, wither, rib, pelvis. Scout really enjoyed being fooled with, and after each adjustment his eyes would get all dreamy and he would lick and chew.

He took a good look at Scout's tail and confirmed that it has no feeling at all and he did break it. He is pretty sure it will never have feeling again and will always just hang there. I was still holding out hope. :(

We are cleared to ride! I got him out yesterday with that intention but his stifles were popping so loudly I decided to introduce him to Luc and then walk him instead. We need to slowly build up fitness, I think. Without circles!

Luc is doing just fine. So far he isn't loving halter training. Sometimes it's smooth as butter and he just follows me, and sometimes he really wants to throw a fit. I thought it was funny a while back when I was reading up on donkey and mule training, that so many people pointed out that they naturally push/pull against pressure, unlike horses. Not a good comparison at all! Horses do it too, in the beginning.  I think people don't see that because horses learn so fast to give to pressure, and many people have never started a horse from the very beginning.

When Luc gets willful I try to keep a happy medium of enough pull that I don't lose him, but not so much that he completely freaks out. And if he's just feeling adversarial we take a long break. Most of the time he gives to a polite request, but after a bit he gets frustrated. He is a baby who hasn't learned to deal with duration yet. Mind you, we only just started hooking on the lead rope yesterday, so we ought to just keep getting better and better.

Today I have great plans for horseplay and fence mending! What fun!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Haltering Difficulty

I don't know if I mentioned how hard a time I was having getting a halter past his busy mouth. I would try to slip it around his nose, but he was lightning quick at sucking it way up into his mouth. Then a laughing game of tug-o-war would ensue. He cracks me up.

Of course I also had to get him to accept my arms going under and over his neck with a halter dangling. He was understandably very nervous about this, but yesterday he decided it was fine.

I finally had the good sense to give him something else to play with while I slipped the halter on, and voila!

Of course, since he ate his halter I had to use Pedro's, which is a bit loose around the nose.

I didn't ask anything of him with the halter, just wiggled it around on his face and took it off.

I did ask him to give to pressure on his face for the first time with just my hand. I expected some resistance, but there wasn't much. Just thoughtful pause, and a very slight give. We will build on that. I also asked him to move his front end away from me, which he did beautifully the first time, and more hesitantly but still good enough the second and third time. We're starting some real work. What fun!

Monday, October 13, 2014

On the tenth day...

He has a name!

Meet Luc

Luc (Luke) is a Welsh or French name meaning Light or Illumination.  To me, light is the ultimate "is," affirmation, or "yes!" Light is. Darkness is not, it is simply nothing, an absence of light. (I also love the darkness, but only as defined by the light of moon and stars, or a candle's glow, or the lights of home on a dark night). Then we have Illumination, which is just Wow. I don't know why it took me so long. This name has been on my list all along, and it fits him, but I kept thinking of Luke Skywalker, who is a bit whiny. So he will be my Luc.  Lugh.  Lughnasadh.  Harvest, bountiful, fulfillment long awaited. 

Today Luc is having a hard time.  It's windy and he's unsettled.  He was actually trotting back and forth in his pen this morning, which I have not seen him do before.  Remember, having lived only in holding facilities in the desert, he's probably not used to grasses and trees rattling in the wind.  The coolness of the morning didn't help.  He seems a little more relaxed now that it's warmed up.

I took a bucket in to sit on, and I figured I'd let him explore it first.  Which he quite thoroughly did.

He likes to paw things back underneath himself and then act surprised about it.

He was playing too vigorously and cracked it, so I took it away and sat on it.

We just hung out for a long while.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

I'm Having SO Much Fun!

Isn't he just absolutely handsome?
Pay no attention to the fact that I'm just pitching his poop to the other side of the fence.  Truth is, I'm afraid to take the wheelbarrow in there.  He'd play with it and probably get a leg caught in it or something.

I just love my handmade coffee cup given to me years ago by a wonderful woman who also made it possible for me to bring my real horse home.  I am forever deeply grateful.

I'm not sure how I'm going to get a halter on him again.  He is lightning fast at sucking it into his mouth.

I tend to forget that not everyone knows that a BLM mustang is untouched, unhandled, unhaltered, except by force in a squeeze chute.  This guy did accept pets on his face before I brought him home, but that isn't the norm.  You can't just halter them up and lead them around.  You can't even necessarily expect them to keep it together when you enter their pen.  Every little thing is a huge accomplishment.  I LOVE this part of the training. 

To begin with, all I could do was touch his face.  Then he allowed body rubs with the training stick, then he allowed my hand but only when starting with the training stick, then he allowed my hand but only on one side while he was eating.  Now I can scratch him all over both sides from face to hip, put my arm over or under and scratch the other side of his neck, and even rub his tail head on one side.  I had one hand on his shoulder and my body against him when I rubbed his tail, which is a HUGE step.  Not just two hands, fully body contact! 

I'm being cautious about his hind end because I don't have control over his front end.  He has only offered to kick a couple times, but I admit I pushed too hard those couple times, and it wasn't about touch, it was about proximity and speed.  He does not want to be chased around.  I am respecting that right now, not because he kicked out at me, but because it made him uncomfortable enough to think about escape, mentally and physically.  I don't really enjoy chasing them around anyway.  I want them to want to be near me, not run from me.  Later, when he is ready, we will learn about movement, speed, etc.  We have all the time in the world.

Here he is uncomfortable. He decided it was okay for me to rub his poll, but he still has reservations.

Here he is checking me out while I rub him, which I like.  I'd rather have him interacting than have him standing and enduring.  Later on I even had him wiggling his lips in enjoyment of a good wither scratching.
I try to pay attention and move away before he does, and give him a lot of releases (walk away) even if he's not looking overly uncomfortable.  My being next to him is still a bit of a stress, and he deserves lots of breaks.

I pushed his mane over and had a clear view of his brand for the first time.  Not that I can read it with his winter coat coming in.  It almost roughly looks like it says "Unity."  But of course it is not made up of letters, it is a string of symbols representing numbers.

We made so very much progress today, and we both enjoyed it.  At one point he was looking very sleepy, and started licking and chewing, so I left.  He stuck his head through the fence and wanted to follow me.  Happy, happy day.

Friday, October 10, 2014

I still haven't named him. I haven't had a lot of time on my hands to think about it though, between my regular job and my equine dentistry job. I have spent short sessions just rubbing on him and showing him things like halters, brushes, lead ropes, different foods. He puts everything in his mouth immediately.  But he says apples and carrots are not food.

He's a little difficult to photograph. Always questing with that mouth of his.