Diva as a kitten
Monday, January 31, 2022
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Friday, January 28, 2022
Dark-eyed Junco
Dark-eyed Junco
This is the reason I don't cut all the dead flowers in my garden in the fall. These guys like eating the seeds from them in the winter.
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Monday, January 24, 2022
Sunday, January 23, 2022
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Friday, January 21, 2022
Thursday, January 20, 2022
We are Shut Down
We are Shut Down
Winter was going great for a while. We were still trail riding. Sure, we would get a few bad days where it was either too cold, rainy or there was some ice on the river, but we were still getting out. Even Ellen was going on trail rides.
Then we had a streak of below-freezing weather and significant ice started to form. Crossing the river was out of the question for a while. We needed a good thaw to save us. The big snowstorm wasn't that bad. Cole, as short as he is, has no trouble plowing through foot-deep snow. Kevin and I enjoyed riding Starry and Cole on the hill.
I said that we needed a big thaw--not a little one. We had a little one that melted all the snow in the driveway, and then it refroze the following day.
Ice is our enemy, and the driveway is now a sheet of ice.
It is time to work in the arena for real--not every now and then.
There is no relief in sight. It just keeps getting colder and colder. We are shut down.
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Sunday, January 16, 2022
Saturday, January 15, 2022
Friday, January 14, 2022
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Saturday, January 8, 2022
Friday, January 7, 2022
Thursday, January 6, 2022
Just an Ordinary Ride
Just an Ordinary Ride
The horses have been so great, lately, that I have had very little to write about. Yesterday, the weather was rather nice for January. It was above freezing, the ground was soft, the river was crossable and even the wind wasn't so bad. It had been gusting very high all day, but by the time I planned to ride, it was still windy, but it was no longer scary.
Though the day was nice, the forecast wasn't. Colder weather (much colder) was moving in, and even if it warmed up in a few days, the river will be starting to freeze. This could be my last good day for a trail ride for quite a while.
This ride was my last chance to have a trail story to tell for a while. I knew I would be on my own, and between the colder weather, being alone and Cole's supper waiting for him when we got back, there was a good chance that I might have a story to tell when I got back.
Wrong. Cole was perfect. Though we have been having trouble on our solo rides the last few years, Cole showed me that the work I have been doing with him has helped a lot. The whole ride was uneventful--just ordinary.
But is there ever a totally ordinary ride. As I walked down the hill towards the river, I heard a woodpecker squawking away. I couldn't find it, though. As we trotted along, I heard some cardinals, a crow and a chickadee, but I couldn't find them, either. The trail parallels the river. I heard a kingfisher calling, but when I looked over for him, I couldn't find him. Where are all the birds hiding?
I also heard other birds that I couldn't identify--or see. I need to learn the bird calls. It's not like I can identify them by looking at them.
I even heard a squirrel I couldn't find!
I couldn't even write about all the wildlife I saw!
Finally, on the way home, I heard the kingfisher and as I glanced over to the river, I saw him cruising down the river.
This wasn't an ordinary ride--it was a one-bird ride.
Cole didn't care about any of the birds. He just wanted to get home to his supper.
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
The Non-Canter Continued
The Non-Canter Continued
Last month, I wrote about how excited I was to discover the "non-canter."
I haven't gotten too far with it. The biggest problem that has held me back was the conditions of the trail. Somedays, it just isn't appropriate to trot; let alone canter. There were other rides where I was following a trotting horse, and there just wasn't enough space between us for me to canter safely without interfering with the other horse.
There were days that I tried--and failed completely. I know that part of the problem is that I had Cole's shoes pulled for the winter, and his feet are a bit tender. He is lacking enthusiasm to go beyond a moderate trot on most rides. I'm not forcing the issue, because that goes completely against the whole idea of the "non-canter."
There have been a some days where he does canter for a little bit, then he goes right back to the trot.
On the days when we can't cross the river because it is too high--and there have been more than a few of them in December, we will trot on all the good trail on the hill. One of the best areas is right at the bottom. It is a bit muddy in places, and they don't care to trot through the mud. They will--they just don't like it.
What I have been trying--at least once a ride when we are on the hill--is to canter at the bottom between one muddy section to the next. I have had some success, and each time I do it, Cole gets quicker on his transition.
I was riding the hill with Kevin on Starry on New Year's Eve. Kevin was taking it easy because his back is feeling a little sore. When we would get to the bottom of the hill, I would trot to the end, turn around and trot back to Kevin as Starry just strolled along.
On our last trip down, we did our trotting routine and caught back up with Starry right at the mud pit. Kevin told me to do it again. I turned at the mud and asked Cole to canter as we were turning. He did! Not only did he canter, but did it right out of the turn with no walk or trot steps at all. We just flowed right into the canter. It was a spectacular feeling. We went the short distance to the next mud pit, and then I asked him to trot to the end.
It was one of the most thrilling canter transitions on Cole that I have ever experienced. I hope that it is a sign of good things to come.
Everything depends on the weather this time of year. If it is really bad, I might start working on the canter in the arena. I just haven't been doing much arena riding in years, and what I did do, included very little cantering. Maybe this will motivate me to concentrate more on it. I just have to keep imagining how that wonderful transition felt...
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Monday, January 3, 2022
December
December
What a month December was! We had beautiful, sunny days. We had days with light rain, with extreme cold, with frozen ground, with high rivers and high winds. Ellen rode in all of them! She hasn't ridden in snow, yet. Oddly for northeast Ohio, we didn't have any measurable snow in December this year.
Ellen had her best year for trail riding in many years. She even had her first ride of 2022 on New Year's Day.
She has really learned how to manage her anxieties. The year 2021 was a tough year for many reasons, but it was a great year for trail riding.
We think that moving to a new stable helped a lot. It gave her a chance to start new habits.
So much about riding is forming good habits--and breaking the bad ones, too! Some habits are things that we actively do; like checking the girth before mounting, but other habits are in our head. For example, Ellen was in the habit of becoming anxious whenever Dante lifted his head high. It is a good habit to take notice when your horse does this. Something may have gotten his attention that can cause him to spook, but it isn't a good reason to become anxious. Most of the time, it is nothing at all.
Ellen has become aware of her bad habit and is working to replace it with a less anxious response. As with all habits, they are hard to change--but not impossible.
These are the kind of things she has been working on.
Hopefully, 2022 will be one where Ellen continues to grow and excel. She is a fine rider and has a wonderful horse. The journey will continue...
Sunday, January 2, 2022
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