Sunday, 19 September 2010

17th September 2010











A friend came to visit The Boy.

She knows him well and his "little ways".

So we went forth into the wind-blown field to have a chat. Charlot thought he might be able to manage to talk to this friend and was inquisitive but a bit stand-offish. He gave in after a few minutes and had a nice chat.

Then he decided enough was enough and ran off to join his friends declaring that he had never really met humans! Stupid boy (in the words of Captain Mainwaring).

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

8th September 2010







Today a friend came round to meet the boy himself.

I caught Charlot no problem, and took him out of his field alone.

While I was shutting the gate, I let him go and he walked off to get some long grass. He decided in the meantime that he was not going to be caught by me and started to walk away. But.... his long rope got stuck under a hoof and so he stopped, swiveled around and looked at me to sort it! I went over and caught him, pleased that I am considered a port in his stormy mind and led him into the shed!

One attempt to eat en route, a sharp "ahem" from me and he led very nicely.

Our friend, Sheena, wanted to learn "animal body language" and its interpretation with sensitive horses - who better to teach her than Charlot!

I took off his head-collar and let him go, asking Sheena to go up and catch him. Charlot would have none of it. She approached, he left, she approached, he left..... until Jo walked up to him and he let Sheena catch him if Jo stood beside him.

Sheena remarked that he completely trusted Jo and me. So Jo asked Sheena to pick up Charlot's front feet, which he did beautifully. Jo then picked up his backs and he was a good boy. Sheena commented that she wondered if Charlot had perhaps been hobbled as a foal which might explain the scars and lumps and bumps on his back legs. Also, she thought he had been hit around the face as he hates it if anyone raises their arms.

Next, we showed Sheena how the slightest body movement can cause a reaction, either good or bad in Charlot's mind. I lifted my shoulders and Charlot reversed speedily up to Jo. I lowered my shoulders and averted my gaze and he would let me catch him again.

After a session, we let Charlot go and play. He headed around the school, comfortable in his own environment and went to play with the cones!

Funny old thing!


Wednesday, 1 September 2010

1st September 2010











Did the same again today.

It was Daisy's last day at home - back to school in Scotland and not home until October.

Charlot and his friend, Floyd, came into the school. Charlot was harnessed up, did a spot of long-reining the log and then wore the cart, ie Jo supporting the shafts rather than putting them in the tugs.

After a few circuits, as things were looking good, they put to and Daisy led Charlot quietly round the school doing a 20m circle, figure of eight and change of rein. Jo deliberately kept everything to the minimum, hand movements, no whip and very quiet driving.

Charlot was a good boy again, never a flicker. So we unharnessed him, fed him an oatcake (run out of apples or carrots) and put him back into his field.

Job well done.

Onwards and maybe upwards?