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January 23, 2009

Trust

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk — Tags: , — Dawn @ 9:34 pm

(Another Into the Sunset Column previously published in Today’s Horse Magazine)

 

Which horse should I ride today? I look longingly at my old buddy and sigh, realizing that the young horses will never reach old Al’s level if I never ride them. As tempting as the prospect of a relaxing ride without worrying about what will happen if unseen gremlins and goblins leap out of dark corners at you is, there is work to be done and wet saddle blankets are often the product. We frequently take trust for granted, especially when you have fallen into the comfort zone of your favorite mount. Starting over isn’t easy but the rewards at the end are great.

 

The foundation of horse training is built upon trust; learning to trust is only earned through hard work. Building trust is a two-way street – you have to trust your horse as it also must trust you in return. Also, trust isn’t something you should take for granted because once achieved, it can be lost in the mere blink of an eye… or should I say buck or jab of an unwelcome spur in the side. Once lost, it takes infinitely longer to rebuild what was once there.

 

From the first moment a colt lays eyes upon its human counterpart, trust begins to lay its groundwork. Every sense known comes to play in this highly sensitive and inquisitive animal when it’s exposed to the weird creature that walks upon two legs and carries strange objects in his “hooves” and smells of foreign scents that have no explanation. Foreign sounds emitting from the human mouth can either frighten like the roar of a lion or caress his ears much like the comforting nicker of his mother. The unfamiliar touch of a human hand can hurt, or it can soothe the fear and even delight in a scratch of that itchy spot.

 

Likewise, from the moment you handle that new horse, all of your own senses come to play with reading its body language. Trust is as fleeting as the pinning of the ears, gnashing of teeth and cocking of a hind leg in your direction but with the encounter of a soft eye, a deep relaxed sigh and warm exhaled breath as whiskers gently caress you in a welcoming greeting, faith begins to grow. Transitioning from that old trusty steed to the new kid on the block isn’t always an easy thing to do but when you build trust with your new mount and partner it with confidence and self esteem, you also create a lasting bond and this is where the rewards come to play.

 

At its truest meaning, trust is the point reached when you and your horse change from saying “You want me to do what?” to exclaiming, “Can you believe what we just did?! That was awesome!” You are now partners in life; a winning team and the rewards reaped from that moment on make you quickly forget the hours and wet saddle blankets that it took to get to that point.

I Need Cows!

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk — Tags: , — Dawn @ 9:30 pm

(An Into the Sunset column on my travels to Montana in July 2008)

 

I need cows. I also need 20,000 acres and miles upon miles of mountains upon which to gather and drive cattle to the next pasture, on horseback of course. I came to this profound conclusion after a wonderful trip to Alder, MT where I spent a week with Upper Canyon Outfitters participating in their Cattle Drive. Hardly a “sleep-in” type of vacation, we were up before Dawn (since I am not a morning person and it usually takes a few cups of cowboy coffee to get my brain functioning!) saddling and riding out to find cows hidden amidst the cedar and juniper draws. Pat Browne, Manager of the Belmont Ranch which is owned by Bo Bradley, works with UCO in a cooperative venture during his roundups and cattle drives. Browne needs extra horseback riders during the gather which is gladly offered by the UCO guests, a win-win situation for all involved.

 

Our goal for the week was to gather 500 cow/calf pairs, vaccinate calves and then drive the moms and babies to their summer pastures on US Forest Service land high in the Upper Ruby Valley of the Snowcrest Mountains. If you have never had the opportunity to trail 1000 head of bovines, this is something you must experience. The sights and sounds made me wish I had lived in the 1800’s when cattle drives were common place. Lisa Mortsell, a guest from Sweden, enjoyed the experience so well that she cancelled her flight home and stayed for an additional 3 weeks!

 

Huge breakfasts and resplendent suppers prepared by the UCO replaced the calories burned by long days in the saddle. Fortunately, I managed to still fit into my jeans at the end of the two weeks despite the efforts of Bernice and Carol, who filled my tummy with smoked salmon, freshly baked buns and scrumptious desserts!

 

During my second week at UCO, besides anxiously waiting to see what culinary delights would grace the supper table, I participated in Women’s Week. We rode horse high above the ranch and practiced team penning in their large arena, hiked mountain trails in search of velvet-antlered elk and caught beautiful Rainbow trout with a fly rod. Rick Rhoads taught us gals the fine art of wilderness survival, animal tracking, self defense and meditation and wrangler Layne Wilcox, when he wasn’t spoiling me by saddling my horse or demonstrating his fine colt training techniques and roping skills; was a great hand at identifying the various flowers and plants of the area. Chris Boroski, another UCO wrangler was wonderful at identifying the birds and telling of their flight patterns and habits.

 

Since it’s impossible to transplant mountains into ND, I’m hoping to return to UCO and “play cowboy” on future cattle drives. Local ranchers have already invited me to join them this fall on their roundups and a 50 mile cattle drive next spring. I just have to find someone that wants to “play farmer” and take my place on the tractor!

Equine Therapy

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Horse Talk — Tags: , , — Dawn @ 9:28 pm

( This is another of my Into the Sunset columns which was written in late August/ Early Sept. 2008)

 

 

I was on my way to pick sweet corn to freeze; on a mission with so many projects to do and being behind more than normal. That is, until the horses nickered at me from the corral. I listened to the little voice which told me to seize the moment. My old horse Al, forever wise to my moods, stuck his nose in the halter and followed me out the gate.

 

My equally wise friend, Kerry, had just advised me the night before, “What you need to do is stop thinking of your riding right now as a reward and put it into the “therapy” category.  You need that time on the back of a horse to settle what is going on all around you and it will put things into perspective for you.  Riding is the best at calming us and making the world so much easier to deal with.  It is God putting his hand to our shoulder and saying “Easy, Easy, Easy…  Put off the things which are pressing on your mind and go breathe easier on the back of a horse for just a few minutes.  Take Al if it will help you relax better. You NEED this.”

 

Heeding her advice, I saddled up Al and we went for a ride. We walked and trotted and loped, the wind in our hair and sun upon our backs. I talked and he listened, I prayed and He listened, I cried and the thick mane of my horse caught my tears. While I didn’t find answers, I was grounded by my horse’s four feet in the rich earth and tall waving prairie grasses and found peace and a respite for a few moments from all that was troubling me.

 

Strengthened and calmed by the Power of God and the healing power of the horse, I returned to my job of freezing sweet corn, relishing each luscious tasty morsel cut and bagged for the coming winter. I later tackled other projects postponed the past weekend by a new world of doctors and hospitals – my father with inoperable cancer – to await the final diagnosis and treatment plan.  I will often return to the therapy of my horse and let it heal me and guide me through the coming months as God puts that hand to my shoulder and says Easy, Easy, Easy….

 

Dad is a strong man with a powerful sense of humor; in spite of the turmoil, we laughed often this past weekend and enjoyed the company of family and friends. I’d like to ask all of you to take a moment to pray for my father and all others who are going through a crisis in their lives. At the same time, give thanks to God for the magnificent animal He has given us, the horse which so easily understands our problems and shares their healing powers.

 

Stress Management

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , — Dawn @ 8:54 am

Someone asked me awhile ago how I handle the day-to-day stress of farming, weather worries, a sick father and the list goes on. Well, day-to-day, I handle my stress differently but as of late, I have been on a major cleaning/throwing binge. Creative destruction I call it!

A week without my computer while awaiting word on my Dad’s medical tests led me to my closet first. It didn’t take long and I had almost the entire contents (I left my hubbies things intact, much to his relief!) strewn across my bedroom. Shelves were pulled off the wall and old dressers painted in the red and black theme from my son’s 101 Dalmation days were hauled out of the basement and installed in place of the shelves. I had been waiting on this project to repaint the dressers but decided I could live with the colors for the moment! Next came the sorting/throwing thing. Clothes I hadn’t worn for 5+ years didn’t have a chance, clothes saved for “painting projects” were gleefully ripped into rags and some things I quietly snuck into the burn barrel just because that was all they were good for! By evening, I was down to my pile of ironing which I struggled through….I hate ironing and had left it until the ironing board groaned under the weight of this unfinished project. Luckily a friend called at just the right moment and talked me through that job. The next morning, I walked into my walk-in closet and marveled that it had a floor and so far, that floor still exists…wish me luck!

The back room in the basement was next on the list and a much harder project. I convinced myself that any grandchild who comes along deserves brand new sheets so I threw out the old ones along with the bumper pads (guess they are too dangerous to use now altho my son is still alive!!). I couldn’t bear to part with Kyle’s blankets and after hugging them and inhaling the scent of baby, gently placed them back in their tub. On the departed list was a humidifier we hadn’t used since we moved into this home 18 years ago, a little greenhouse that was fun until the aphids consumed my baby plants, carpet and linoleum remnants and a variety of other “stuff” that I no longer had a need for. My hubby came in for lunch and cautiously stepped around the pile of items hauled into the garage for disposal. He took a fearful glance in my general direction, made some comments about my “flying monkeys and she’s not afraid to use them” and fled the scene to an undisclosed safe haven.  Not daring to argue, he even hauled my discarded rubble to the dump for me! Project completed, I can now also see the floor in my little corner of the basement!

Yesterday morning, I mentioned taking my throwing/sorting compulsion into my son’s room while Steve was chatting with Kyle on the computer. I’m not sure what Kyle said about me entering and destroying his sacred space but all of a sudden, Steve had the wonderful idea of helping me clean the horse barn so we could install the insulation upon the walls and ceiling before the next cold snap hit. He knows me quite well as I never pass on projects that involve the horses. Out into the barn we went and after using the skid steer to clean, we starting the insulating project that took the entire day. Kyle’s room was saved and I was at peace last night after spending the day inhaling the sweet scent of horses and leaving a barn bedded with fresh straw and new insulation guaranteed to make their lives more comfortable.

Perhaps my sorting/throwing compulsion will return at some time but today I’m into the construction mode and ready to tackle my writing projects…..the delete key will be ready and waiting however, just in case!

January 1, 2009

Surviving Winter

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , — Dawn @ 12:22 am

In light of the past two weeks of blizzards, frigid temps and severe windchill, I have been asked “How do you handle it? How do you keep at your daily chores, take care of the horses and survive the winter?” As I sit here, thawing out my face while cooling off my body from struggling to feed hay in the 20 + mph winds, I wonder the same thing! Only the hardy will survive this winter from the looks of it….will I make the ranks of that highly esteemed group? Only time will tell!

The other day, in under 5 minutes, I was getting an “ice cream headache” from the cold wind blowing through my wool hat so I made a second trip into the house during chores and dug out my mad bomber hat made so famous by the movie “Fargo”. As gorky looking as they are, the bomber hats work much better at keeping my brains and cheeks from freezing. And no, I do not wear them when the snow is melting – something I noticed in that movie. When snow is melting in ND, we dig out our short sleeves and sit on the back deck and drink some coffee! The horses had spent the night in the barn, heated by their body heat until I opened the door. They looked at me contently and then screamed, “SHUT THE DOOR!” when the cold blast hit them. I complied and warmed my numb fingers under a thick mane. The rich scent of horse mingled with grass hay lulled me back to the days when the sun was warm and the grass was green. I longed for a good hard ride upon the prairie; so impossible with deep snow and frigid temperatures, and pacified myself with the obvious pleasure of the horses when I found just the right spot to scratch.

Record snowfalls for the month of December were set in frigid high snowbanks after a foot of snow fell Dec. 30th. I woke up at 5 am that morning and looked outside. The world had turned into a giant white puff of sparking cotton candy. The shovel and I were close companions that day when I had to shovel myself out of our back door. Slogging through mid shin deep snow to do chores gave me aerobic exercise #2 followed by #3 when I shoveled out the front door.

Late afternoon came that day with the threat of -25 temperatures that night so the horses were led into the barn, all cooperative save my old Al, who stood out on the hillside in the pasture. Finally, I grabbed a halter and bucket of feed and started to make my way through the knee deep snow. Now walking through knee deep snow is like walking through quicksand. With each step, I sunk to my knee and then had to pull my other leg high enough through the snow to take another step. By the time I reached Old Al, my breathing was labored and I pondered sitting down and taking a break. He munched on his feed as I leaned upon his shoulder and waited until my wheezing subsided. He stuck his nose readily into the halter and followed me as I broke a path back to the barn. Old horses are smart and know the party does not go on without them. They also know that Mom worries and will come and give them special attention if they stand out on the hill before the storm comes! Needless to say, this was aerobic workout #4 for the day and I really needed a shower and a nap when I got back in the house!

More snow is now predicted for tomorrow and again in a few days. I feel this winter will be a record breaking one and will be worthy of many bragging rights. How do we survive? A sense of humor and well stocked fridge and pantry help some. My sense of humor occasionally evades me until a determined sunbeam pokes through the clouds and warms my face. The glittering snow sparkles like a vast frozen lake upon the prairie. The setting sun upon the western sky painted hues of pink, blue and violet shadows upon the undulating drifts. Will I survive the harsh winter? In true “Fargo” movie terms…”Yayoubetcha!!” Us hardy North Dakotans love those bragging rights!

Dawn and her "boys" enjoying the sun and snow.

Dawn and her

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