Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Bovinaphobia Treatment Continues

Baby Cow with Garmin - remember that Garmin's buns only come to my waist in height

The border collies say good morning to Baby Cow
I have no pictures of Cecil with Baby Cow because there is no way he wants to get close enough for that, but these are a couple cute ones with the dogs and other horses.  Cecil is looking bleary eyed and tired.  I don't think he's slept at all in the 3 days since Baby Cow arrived.  Cecil is at least eating and drinking again despite Baby Cow's close proximity (Cecil will not go closer than about 30 feet from the cow by himself), but he will muster up his courage to get a little closer if both Garmin and I are between him and Baby Cow.  We are calling him Baby Cow because he is desperately adorable and if I named him I couldn't give him back, so Baby Cow it is.  He follows me around and bleats for his bottle in the morning and evening when I go out to feed, and today he discovered my fencing is really designed more for large horses than itty bitty calves.  Baby Cow escaped twice this evening, once to go graze near the driveway, and the second time to go graze and snooze near the pond.  Cecil was much more relaxed when Baby Cow was on the other side of the fence, but was more upset when I guided Baby Cow back to the pen.  The calf is not halter broke so I wrap my arms around him, one around the base of his neck and the other around his backside and kind of shove/guide him along, which Cecil is apparently interpreting as me wrestling a carnivore into his boudoir.

Baby Cow can't understand why no one wants to play with him.  He will scamper and frolic around the pen and Cecil goes bonkers, running from him and shoving Garmin out of the escape path.  Garmin does eat hay with Baby Cow and has expressed interest in the bottle feedings.  If Baby Cow gets so excited about it there must be SOMETHING good in that calf nurser - move out of the way cow!  Baby Cow has tried nursing off of Garmin, who had to explain that Baby Cow was on his own, Garmin doesn't have the right equipment for that.   Last night Owen, Baby Cow, the border collies, Garmin, a client, a client horse, and I were all on one side of the pen visiting and chatting.  Cecil adores being the center of attention and was fairly upset that we were hanging out so near to Baby Cow instead of him.  Even though he was scared, he mustered up all his courage and came over to join us where we were standing, as long as Garmin and I both were between him and Baby Cow.  He sniffed the baby bottle, he sniffed, chewed on, and then stomped on my cow-smelling gloves which I gave him to mess with, and even took a good close look at Baby Cow who was napping.  Once Baby Cow stood up Cecil ran back to his "safe" corner, but this is definite progress!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Fenway Park about 1991

Reach for it, read!  When I was in middle school we were asked to sing the national anthem at Fenway Park before a Red Sox game.  There were tryouts and everything at the school, and a group of us sang a 3 part harmony in Boston.  We all wore these yellow t-shirts (which I still have) and there were letters stitched onto the back.  When we turned around it spelled "reach for it READ".  I was the letter I.  Here is a picture of the event that appeared on facebook this morning.  I am the second from the right, with the long hair.   From me R to L is Stephanie Albright, unknown, Vanessa Green, Carolyn Fisher, Lisa Previte, unknown, unknown, and Jen Hamblen.  A piece of history that has resurfaced on the internet!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Bovinaphobia

I have been intending to give Cecil a bovine roommate for a couple years, but as his bovinaphobia just continues to get worse the time has finally arrived where I simply MUST do something about it.  Last week I took him to the indoor arena where they often have cattle events on the weekends, and even though there were no cows, Cecil was just beside himself with terror at being able to SMELL them in the arena.  I couldn't properly school him or train because he was so upset, and it ended up being kind of a wash of a trip.  That prompted my trekking over to the neighbor's to ask if they had a loaner calf that could come live at our house for a few weeks.  She had a bottle baby who needs twice daily hand-feeding, and he is only a very little bit bigger than Miles the border collie.  So we got the bottle of milk, and he followed us through her pasture.  I carried him across the creek, and then he followed us through my pasture to to the pen where Cecil and Garmin live.  Both horses came rushing over to see who I had brought with me, was it a new pony or a new dog?  My neighbor asked if my horses would be rough or kick the calf, and I said no, they would likely be afraid of it.  Much to the horses' distress, it was not a dog or pony.  As soon as he caught a whiff of that baby cow Cecil BOOKED IT to the other end of the small paddock and stood in the corner, trembling, head high and nostrils flared, heart pounding, snorting/honking at that calf.  Cecil periodically shoved his chest into the fence, trying to assess the best escape route.  He spent three hours in that corner this afternoon, shoving Garmin toward the calf to be the bait (you don't have to be the fastest horse in the herd, you just have to be faster than the slowest horse in the herd). 

This evening I went out to feed everyone, and discovered the other horses had all recovered from their initial shock (more shocked because Cecil was upset, no one else is afraid of the cow).  I pet the calf and discovered he likes his neck and ears scratched, Garmin came over to smell him up close and Cecil continued to snort/honk in his corner.  After petting the calf my gloves smelled like him, and when I let Cecil sniff my glove he just LOST IT, taking a quick sniff and then bolting in a fast circle.  I took my gloves off to halter him, and then put them back on to avoid rope burns, and led him out of his corner and nearer to the calf who was peacefully eating from a pile of hay.  Cecil was pretty upset, but I treated the cow as no big deal, always careful to keep myself between the cow and Cecil (that way the horse-eating machine would get me first, and if not I could protect Cecil, and if not at least I wouldn't be run over by a stampeding thoroughbred).  Cecil gradually walked nearer to the calf, lots of half-circles going at Cecil's pace, but eventually he stopped, stared at the cow, and he was close enough that if I had tried I could have touched the cow with one had and Cecil with the other.  That was terribly brave of him, and so I led him away and took the halter off.  He ran back to his corner, along the fence line as far away from the cow as he could possibly get.  I need to go out later to bottle feed the calf, so I'm hoping that when Cecil sees me interacting with it and surviving twice a day that he'll decide the calf is not so dangerous after a couple weeks.  The other benefit of having this bottle baby is that he is so small right now, but as he grows theoretically Cecil will get used to all sizes of cows.  The calf will have to be banded in the next week or two (the neighbor will come do that) so I don't end up with a bull on my hands, but otherwise he's my loaner calf with which to desensitize.  He looks a little confused for now, wondering why the horses don't want anything to do with him, but he's happy eating from whatever pile of hay he wants as the horses don't dare mess with him, either.  More updates to come as Cecil progresses with flooding treatment of his bovinaphobia.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Bad Day for Photography

 I tried.  I really did.  But these were the best photos I could get today.  No, there is nothing wrong with my horses, the head tilt is a trick I taught them because they used to mug me for horse treats and I don't like teeth on me.  So now they say "please" by tilting their heads sideways and wiggling their lips.  The only shots I could get today were the "say please" shots. 





Sunday, April 15, 2012

Oh Behave!

 Yesterday at the first horse show of the season my working student rode Cole english - he started out being a royal pain in the caboose.  My student handled it like a champ, when I asked if she wanted me to get on to school him she said, "no, I want to do it."  So I coached her through, and by the time she was done making him speed up and slow down, do small circles, serpentines, and figure eights, she had a quite nice pony to work with.  Even the judge said in the last class that she wished there had been more competitors in the age division, because my student did such a nice job with the horse that she would have won first place no matter what, she was so accurate and precise with her riding and the horse's responses in even the most difficult transitions.  It was a remarkable transformation from rogue with behavior unbefitting a lesson horse to balanced steed, and my student did it all herself!



Back in the Saddle Again

 This was me riding Cole western at the saddle club show.  It was beautiful when I mounted and warmed up, but the storm rolled in fast and when we hit about 20 mph wind I had to scratch from my classes.  But I had a great ride on Cole and some nice photos.