23rd October 2010

From their Auntie P :-

"They all galloped down to meet my husband and say hulloo... then we took them for a walk - him with his broken hand leading Charlot... I call husband, Dr Doolittle... I've never met an animal that doesn't like him or feels threatened by him (much to his chagrin where cats are concerned...).

Charlot offering to groom me back for the first time...

Charlot supervised me doing a little hobbit Rolfing...(they did dry out by the end of the day... has been a tad wet here...)"

Sounds perfect. Dear boys.

18 October 2010

From their Auntie P.....

"Hulloo!

How are you doing without your boys? .....

Anyhoo... the loons are doing fine. Malachy and Likely follow me around like a pair of big dogs and are just eager beavers to look and learn... I confess I have not laughed out loud so much for a long time.

Charlot is... well I feel he is not quite sure what he is doing here but is giving it a go. I almost get the feeling that he wants company other than the Hobbits (sorry but my big lad Spike is grey and 17.1 and is about to be renamed Gandalf...), I digress, ... he is ok but either missing what he knows up at yours or not quite sure what to make of me. It'll be interesting to see how he and Spike get on when they meet.

I feel Charlot needs a confident leader to follow - if he sniffs so much as a thought of uncertainty then he loses all faith and goes into panic mode... very like my Spike...

I do truly believe our horses find us to teach us the lessons we need to learn at that moment of our lives (if we choose to listen!!!) ... Spike and Charlot make me step up to the plate and be worth trusting and following... which is making me believe more in myself ... at the moment I do it as that is what THEY need... but hopefully soon as that is WHO I AM!!! Horses are mirrors of our souls eh?

Auntie H came up today for a bit of Hobbit therapy... the weather was foul so we took them into steading 3 and had a play with picking up feet, being tied up at the wall and then walking around with something over your back, flapping at your legs etc. None of the 3 batted an eyelid when the folded rug was on them but the looks on their faces when they saw it on another was priceless!

If we are happy and secure - THEY are happy and secure.

Charlot I think feels he has to step up and show the little'uns how brave he can be and not to be scared at new things - but they in turn show him that people are actually not at all half bad.

I took a couple of bits of video today when taking down an electric fence... (See below)

Some pics of the play in the steading (I SWEAR I will never rug them - I just want them used to things moving and flapping around them and it was all I had to hand -honest Frances!)

Auntie P"

I couldn't want for better, could I? Damn, crying again.... Look at his happy little face!

10th October 2010

From his Auntie P:-

"All is going really well... the weather has been pretty kind for their first few days - we WERE the cloud for friday night but fairly gentle weather compared to Shetland I'm sure.

Auntie H came up yesterday and we took all 3 out for a walk on the forestry trails that back onto our land. I love his brave curiosity - we have some road gutters which Malachy just puts his nose down to, figures it's not life threatening and goes over without breaking stride... the second one was a bit bigger and he did a wee bunny hop over it. I love his bright wee mind - he is as sharp as a tack - I don't think there is much that will phase him at all!

I went out this morning to day the dog for her morning constitutional... this is the boys 3rd morning here and at my first whistle they are coming up the hill - yesterday Charlot leading and this morning Malachy leading and soon taken over by Charlot. Today I was offered my first Charlot scratches - big progress! I let him come to me of his choosing and redirect my scratches to one of the other two if he backs off... he did that twice and then quickly pushed forward for a scratch again. Big smiles all round!

I think my work ethic will fly out the window and I will want to play with pirie ponies all day and not earn any money to keep them!"

It sounds like their Auntie P knows exactly how to handle Charlot. Happy, happy, happy.

On a me note, I wonder if, when I am sent south for my surgery, whether I can pop up and see them all during my pre-op weekend. If you are operated on a Monday, you go in on the Friday, so what do I do on my Saturday and Sunday in between? Go and see Charlot, I think! We will see what happens.

From their Auntie P

"...are safe, well and firmly embedded in my heart!

They have been utterly brilliant... a bit wild eyed when they got off the boat but the hour trailer ride with the haynets seemed to pour out happy ponies at the other end.

We got them off the trailer, Auntie H led Charlot and I had L & M and we walked across the wee garden bridge (I take my 17.1 over that!) to the front garden to meet my 3 Alaskan friends.

We let them have 5 mins there - they all had a pee - Charlot must have been holding on for AGES... I was so thrilled to see them pee - good sign of relaxation eh?!

After ten mins we walked them back to the steading and left them in my cattle court for an hour or so with hay and water while we checked the field (you wait a year for a fencer and he turns up just as ponies are arriving...).

I had an insight while talking to ma on the phone just now - I think Charlot has taken over the caretaker role for the other two... and being in charge means showing he is no longer scared... just a thought!

Anyhoo... he is being an absolute angel - and a happy one at that...

We all (5!) went back to the cattle court and Charlot came up to see everyone - we were all a bit gobsmacked but delighted!

Auntie H gave them all a bit of a brush - lifted up all of Charlot's feet and all fine and happy.

Auntie H took Charlot, friend took Likely (she is in LOVE...!) and I took Mal - it's about 150 yards to the field... and that's all it took to teach Mal to WHOA on a soft voice with no tug on the rope - yon is bright wee spark! (Auntie H very excited about our driving future!).

We turned them out... bit of walk, a bit of trot down the hill and then WHEEE... then a wander.

Oh - and they all now know what an electric fence is - Likely took the zap - I wanted to stay to see how it went to know they were ok!

We left them for the afternoon and then went back out around 5... Charlot walked towards us (well Auntie H) from about 50 yards - who'd a thunk it???

Earlier Likely was braver and Mal more shy but the reverse by the evening ... we had a bit of a scratch and a carrot and then left them in peace.

They're out on my hilly field which has a decent 12 foot hedge north west and a bit of the south and the east boundary has a tall line of gorse - so tons of shelter.

I can't tell you how happy I am...... must be hard for you letting them go - I will do my very best to give them a fab life,"

I couldn't ask for better. Crying now. Hopeless, me!

6th October 2010

Charlot's last day in Shetland!

A few month's back a friend offered to take Charlot, so that I could concentrate on getting better.

Realistically, it is the best option and Jo and I have talked endlessly about what would happen this winter.

Charlot is the only one who wears a rug and I often find it undone with straps swinging. To ask Richard, my partner, to try and catch Charlot to put his rug right, is impossible. If Charlot doesn't want to be caught, he won't and he pisses around the field with straps everywhere being difficult. I would be told and could do nothing, lying in bed with my enforced post-op bedrest for 2 months. I would then worry about the cold getting in, Charlot being miserable and the rug getting more damaged. Not a very good plan imho.

So, when this offer was made, I casually thanked my friend but as the reality of back surgery arrived, my surgeon (and mother) made it very clear that they expected me to have no more dealings with my horses and ponies for a very long time. Grudgingly, this does make sense. How can I get better, how can the bones re-grow and the healing process happen if I am worrying, taking risks and trying to catch Charlot? I want to get better and get him back. I am no use to him like this.

So, I after seeing my surgeon and having the no-horse lecture, I rang my friend and said "you know this offer you made to have Charlot ....?" in a hopeful tone, and she sweetly said "send him when you want!"

Luckily a friend of hers has bought 2 of our ponies as well so Charlot will to start to live with them. She is a certified equine Sportsmassage Therapist and Rolfer (?) and I think Charlot will have landed on his hooves with someone who can understand his needs to trust and work totally with body language.

The more I think about this, the better I think it will be for Charlot to broaden his horizons. He tolerates other people but he trusts Jo, Daisy and me 100% which is all very well but he has to learn to talk to other people too and to work with them sensibly. He needs to see the world and to stop dining out on his "poor-me" life story.

So we loaded them all up (he marched straight in), and we drove slowly to the ferry terminal. We unloaded them and led them through into the byre. Charlot was very relaxed, didn't remember this place from when he arrived a few years back and happily munched on the hay provided, making friends with a very distressed foal next door.

I was happily surprised. It will be a smooth crossing. His new keepers are under strict instructions to photograph and tell me of his every movement. Let's see what this brings.

I have done this for Charlot first and foremost. Shetland can be harsh in winter. I cannot be there for him. Jo has the stallion and bebbies and lives 4 miles from me. The roads can be blocked for weeks. If I can't help Charlot, it is not good. We have cut back on our number of horses, selling many of our training stock. Those we have kept are all self-sufficient (read fat!) in the winter and hopefully will be fine in fields full of this year's ungrazed grass, with hay for emergencies.

It is hard not to feel that I have failed him now, just as we are beginning to see a light at the end of his tunnel (or is it through his ears?) but needs must when the Devil vomits in your kettle and there is no one to hold your hair back!

Make me proud, Charlot!

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).

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!