Well, now, I guess those “feed lots” don’t know as much as they lead you to believe. Why, oh why, am I surprised at this? And, what exactly does that say about me that I am surprised by their misguided information, if we want to get down to it? ANYWAYS, remember those rescues? Those wild horses? The pregnant mama that was due “any day now”. Yes, we are still waiting. Poor mamacita. She is so big and looks so ready to birth. Maybe she is nervous. Protective. And holding off. But it’s coming. My little girl asks every morning after I feed, “did she have the baby?” like a kid on Christmas morning asking if Santa came. Every morning, I head out to feed, feeling also like a child on that same Christmas morning. And then I see that she has not foaled. But is still healthy and happy. And I toss her just a bit more feed than I am “supposed” to. Hey, pregnancy is not easy. A little extra food is the LEAST I can do here.
So…since we have to pass the time here. And the anticipation is killing us. We have the “guess the birthdate raffle” extravaganza. Dollar for a guess. Just sign your name on the square, drop your dollar in the lovely re-purposed psyllium bucket. Winner gets the money pot and names the baby! When is baby coming??? I’d rather bet my dollar that she is healthy, happy and comfortable in this process. But, in the meantime, we can have some fun, right?
Oh, sweet mama. And soon-to-be-baby. You were both destined to slaughter. But rescued. While your future is still so unknown, as all of ours are, we gaze upon you with grace and love everyday knowing that you both will know a better future. No matter the time it takes. Nothing can be rushed. Thank you for teaching us this.
Oh my. They are definetly here. The rescue horses from a slaughterhouse feed lot. Our stable has partnered with a private party who is starting a rescue organization. This endeavor is very exciting and has been in the works for a little while now. So, one night last week our owner here headed out with two trucks, two trailers and a rotation of drivers to switch off. Twenty four hours of driving later, here they are. And ready to run free out of those trailers. They came in at midnight so we were asleep. The next morning, going out to feed, I swear it felt like I was a little kid again and it was Christmas morning. Especially, because I was told there would be BABIES. Is there anything cuter than a baby horse? Really. AND, I’ve been warned not to fall in love. It will be hard. Also there is a pregnant mare “due any day”. That will be fun to blog about. And the pictures of that lil’ newborn foal will be awesome. I CAN’T fall in love though. Right?
Anyways, a bit of a recap as to what’s been transpiring around here in these first few weeks of our new year. The woman heading up this rescue mission asked us to partner for a low-cost board and, more importantly, training. You see the problem is that people can rescue horses left and right. But then what? Often they are wild horses and/or completely untrained, often never even touched by a human and are very fearful. Rescue a horse, okay. Then what? Many times rescues end up unwanted horses again. Which puts them in basically the same situation they were in before. Thus, the second very important step to a “rescue” is training. And it has to be good, quality, gentle training because these horses are scared. So, here is where we step in. Not only to provide a place for them to stay but to provide training so they can go to a home. Myself and a team of five others here at the barn have commited one year of training to these little ones. It will be slow and easy, no “cowboying”. One year of imprinting and gentle training with the goal of an excellent and rideable horse to then go to a loving home. I know horses. I know riding. I know training to deal with “behaviors”. But to be perfectly honest, I know nothing more than what I have read or seen in movies about “breaking” a wild horse. I’m ready to learn though. I’m looking forward to sharing these new adventures on the blog as well. Back to the story, I started out with niavely high hopes and then-when it took two hours just to get a halter on the one pregnant mare who has had some human contact-I started to comprehend the reality of this challenge. A week later, I have only been able to touch ONE of these eight. And that was only because it was morning feeding and the girl was starving so I bribed her with food. That counts. Well, we will see how this chapter goes. I feel confident because I will be mentoring under the owner here, who is an amazing trainer and knows how to do this right. I feel grateful to have such an opportunity to learn from him from square one. Wish us luck!