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Two Year Update on Reno

With all the press my new horse, Ripple Effect has gotten on the past week or so, I had almost forgotten that it is Reno’s second anniversary with me.  He definately deserves some press too….

Reno came to me in January 2009 with a life-threatening injury.  A mystery hock injury, several months old.

atrophy and hock swelling left hind

It was a struggle to win the battle with this injury and I thought we would have to put him down more than once that winter.  I don’t think an injury in a horse has taught me more about patience, persistence and hope.  It was indeed a miracle, and by the spring he was in harness and working lightly…

First day back in harness.

One day in late April, however, I arrived home to find Reno had had a fight with the fence and to my horror had severed the extensor tendon (and nearly the flexor) in the same previously injured leg.  That was the low point for me.  I’m not sure I would have had the fortitude to go on with his rehab, had it not been for Reno’s magical personality.  He was always happy and engaged, even when in pain.  We were back to daily dressing changes and stall rest for a month, then limited turnout for a month more.

Reno recovers from his second injury

By the middle of summer, however, I had Reno back in harness and pulling a cart.  We once again were on the rehab path.  Lots of miles pulling the cart on pavement, strengthened the healing tendon and improved his confidence.  By the fall I was riding Reno and we attended the MOFGA low impact forestry course in Maine, skidding wood.  By the spring of 2010, he was sound enough to pull a walking plow and cultivator.

Reno and I cultivating the garden

Reno on the walking plow

Doesn’t get better than this, folks!

Reno January 2009

Reno August 2009

Reno August 2010

The last 5% always takes the longest.  We are happily working on the finer points of his rehab.  He still has trouble with picking up the left hind for trimming and he backs up with alittle hitch in his gait.  These issues may never fully resolve, but as far as I am concerned they are cosmetic and only serve to remind me of how far he has come.   He is sound and he will have a home with me forever.

The Ripple Effect

This is a story about a horse and social networking.  Say what, you ask?

I remember the day I was invited to sign up for Facebook by a friend.  Don’t remember the friend, but I remember being annoyed…..thinking FB was just another tool to invade my privacy and bog down my internet traffic.  I signed up anyway, added a photo of myself and took some queer quizzes about what sort of dog I was and whether I was a redneck or not.  Then facebook suggested some friends for me.  How did it know I knew these people?  Ah, its invading my gmail address book…again, I was annoyed.   Of course a few weeks later, other friend requests came through that I though, hmmm…I haven’t spoken or emailed that person in years.  I hooked up with cousins and family that I normally don’t stay in good enough contact with (despite resolutions to the contrary).  Facebook even hooked me up with my ex-husband, Angelo.  This was becoming kind of fun now.  I was in daily contact with people I loved but for whatever reason I had lost a connection.  I mean that’s what we all want right?  A connection to other people.  A way to share our life with others and vice versa.

Recently as I neared 400 friends, I realized how blessed I was to have such a busy social life, without having to go too far or buy a plane ticket or even pick up the phone.  Many of my ‘friends’ now on FB are mere acquaintances or friends of friends, some of whom I now feel like I know very well, even if we have never met.  Its fascinating, really!

Over the past decade I have started to believe in and practice manifestation.  I keep a perfect picture of the things or events I want to see happen or come into my life and then wait.  It has never failed.  So I was not surprised when a horse meant for me popped up randomly last week on facebook.  The interesting thing is that I did not purposefully manifest this horse.  I believe my subconscious mind did.  Here’s the story as I know it….

Many of you know I rehabbed a Percheron, Reno, a couple of years ago, who completely stole my heart.  Over the past year or so I had been considering adding another percheron to my herd, possibly a teammate for Reno.  I have looked at several percherons as well as other drafts, some very pretty, and well trained. Many of these horses were outside my budget, but the truth is, I could have scrouged up the money to buy one.  But I didn’t.  I think, now, looking back, buying a well trained, perfectly sound horse wasn’t what I was looking for.  What I truly needed was to rescue a horse in need.  Which is pretty much how all the animals on my farm arrive here.  I’m a fixer.  I like to fix things.  Lets say I have a knack for it.

When I saw Ripple on the Frog Pond Farm Draft Rescue, something in my heart exploded.  That’s him, I thought, surprising myself with this odd revelation.  It was amazing how certain I was in a matter of seconds.  Stifle problems, oh goody!  So I emailed the rescue, filled out a application and got in my truck and drove to Ohio to collect him.  72 hours and 1400 miles from application to driving into the driveway with him near midnight on New Year’s Eve.

So someone asked me, “Are you going to change his name?”  Hell no.  His name so clearly illustrates the whole experience.  When I found him on FB, there was an immediate flurry of posts and comments.  Of course, I stayed connected with those interested with status updates during my trip to Ohio.  By the time I was half way to Ohio, I had dozens of people fascinated and routing me on.  What once would have been a simple road trip, became an epic journey…shared with friends, family and perfect strangers.  Yes, I now have perfect strangers as friends on FB!

Meet ‘Ripple Effect’….

On losing a horse…

I was restless this morning.  I could have slept til 6am but my brain was triing to get up at 5.  I finally acquiesced and got out of bed at 5:30.  As is my routine, I looked out the window down onto the farm…to be sure everyone is roughly where they should be.  I am lucky to have a house that sits on a hill and the farm cascades down below it, so I have a view of my creatures from most of the windows in the house.

I immediately noticed Doc.  He was lying down flat on the wrong side of a fence.  OMG…I thought…he looks dead!  I stared at him, holding my breath….willing him to show some sign of life.  At last, he lifted his head and looked around.  I breathed a sigh of relief and chastised myself for such a morbid thought.  I left the window and sat down to my computer and email, then downstairs for coffee.

As I left the house for chores, I glanced down the hill to check on Doc,  knowing I would have to…at some point….go get him and put him back with the herd where he belonged.  He was still lying down.  Odd…I thought….he was in a different spot.  I threw hay out to the boys at the barn and hiked out to where Doc lay.  Dread filled me as I approached.  He was sick…I could see it in his eyes.  But he was so calm, relaxed, really.  As I approached him and stroked his neck, a neighbor drove by and stopped.  “What’s wrong with Doc?” she asked.  I replied, ‘I dunno.  just got here”.  She looked at me with worry in her eyes….’he looks bad’. The feeling I had when I first saw him at 5:30 resurfaced and I could not push it aside.  I pulled out my cellphone and called my vet.  Then I called Tim…Doc’s owner and best friend.

The events that followed are so common amoung those who own/raise/train horses that I can skip the details.  The bottom line is that colic in an old horse, with no history of colic (I’ll bet I haven’t spent a dime of vet fees on this horse, except for routine vaccinations), means  strangulation and obstruction.  No hope of survival without surgery.  And surgery means a two hour drive south, anesthesia and a long post-op course.  I was devastated.  I knew I could not subject him to that type of treatment.

I’m a surgeon and a good one.  Its my gift..to fix living things.  But living with horses has brought me closer to being present in the moment.  Its where our beloved animals live.  They don’t understand….’we can fix this but you have to wait’, like people can.  Doc has enjoyed very good health and vitality at our farm. I have a natural instinct when it comes to heath and nutrition.  He has absolutely flourished here and I have been so pleased with his state of health..until today.

Tim was able to be here and ultimately made the decision to put Doc down.  We sat down next to him and cried, stroking his neck lovingly.  As his spirit left and our emotions stabilized, we talked about Doc and his misadventures and about all sorts of other things.  Before long we were laughing again and exchanging warm embraces.  Doc was gone, but his spirit had already healed us in many ways.  It is the gift horses bring to us….simplicity and joy.

What I have learned is that life can change direction in a heartbeat.  Its scary…to be honest.

Doc was a treasure and a blessing.  His passing has left a hole here…at the farm and in my heart.  Its a small hole and will be repairable…but it will leave a scar…as it should for any loved horse.

Doc is on the far left.

Re-starting Beaugart

Yield your hindquarters and follow me...

So many of you know of my most recent rescue, Beaugart.  He is a 5 yo Arab x NSH and has been with me for about 6 months.  He was skinny and scared of everything when he came to the farm.  As with all my rescues, health and socialization come first.  Beaugart has spent the past few months with a small herd with plenty of room to roam, play and move his body.  There have been very few demands made on him from me and I have spent the time building rapport, by being a consistent presence in  his daily life.  Trust took a long time.  He really had no interest in anything I did, nor could he stand me approaching him directly.  But one day, not long ago, I found him nibbling on my elbow from behind me while I did my chores!  At last, some curiousity! The next day, he allowed me to approach and scratch his itchy spots (it is black fly season), curling his lips with pleasure.   That was the turning point and the day I knew I could start working with him in a more meaningful way.

I know very little about Beaugart, but have been able to piece together some info.  He was born in Colorado and was quite a fancy weanling, winning an ‘in hand’ championship as a yearling.  I also have in my possession a photo of him being ridden by a man….no idea where or what level of training he was at. My experience handling him has led me to believe he has had some training, though there were some big holes in his foundation, or possible evidence of some rough handling.

The first issue I encountered was that he was difficult to catch.  If he saw a halter or lead rope, he was ‘out of dodge’.  In the beginning he would simply leave and I had no hope of catching him outside of trapping him in a small paddock or stall which I was loathe to do.  Right around the time his curiousity about me appeared, his behavior shifted somewhat about being caught.  While he was still not interested in being haltered and would move away, he ran in circles around me instead of leaving the area completely…a huge shift in his behavior.  Instead of panicing, he was thinking.  This was a very good sign, but I knew he was still very far from thinking of me as a partner.

The second issue I noted was that he was extremely head shy.  He did not like stuff over his ears, like a bridle or leather halter.  I could manage with a rope halter swung over his neck, but nothing that had to go up and over the forehead and ears…well, not without him rearing straight in the air 😉

The last big issue was his left shoulder.  He was in the habit of using his left shoulder to move people and block any access to his zone 3 (where the saddle goes).  He is pretty unbalanced side to side in general, but that is common, as people tend to lead and mount horses from the left and do very little from the right.  He was alittle extreme in this way.  I get the feeling someone did alot of work teaching him to yield his hindquarters without paying much attention to this evasion.  I knew I could fix this problem pretty easily once I had his confidence.

Anyway, by happenstance, I was invited to visit my friend Brenda Ladd at her farm and encouraged to bring Beaugart up for some training.  Brenda is in Bridgewater, NH and has a gorgeous facility with a large indoor arena and round pens.  She hosts many clinics each year with fabulous clinicians (Dave Ellis, Karen Rolph, David Lichman to name a few) and does some horsemanship coaching in between.  Brenda and I have been online  friends through Parelli Natural Horsemanship for several years so I was delighted when she and her husband Jonathan moved their venue to NH!  She is a wonderful coach with good instincts about what is working and how to build on what the horse offers.

So Beaugart and I spent two days with Brenda.  We camped out and did a little bonding.  Lots of opportunity to become better partners.  Brenda took some photos, which will serve as an outline of what we accomplished in just over 24 hours.

Oh, its a carrot stick!

OK, I guess I'll stick with you now...

We worked in a round pen.  I used the pen to create forward movement and then worked on changes of direction.  Bogie had trouble at times turning towards me.  Brenda suggested I approach him less directly and push his hindquarters away, allowing the front end to come towards me…brilliant!  At first he could only yield a step at a time before stalling, but before too long he would follow through with forward movement toward me.  We built on that the first day till  he was following me consistently.  Next we had to tackle the friendly game with the stick and string.  I elected to put him on line for this and we played with some approach and retreat.  He caught on very quickly.  It was pretty clear that he is a quick minded horse and does not need alot of repetition to learn.  Brenda thought, ‘why don’t we do this with a saddle on’…kill two birds so to speak.  Now I know he has worn a saddle before, but what I don’t know is if he had any issues with the saddling process or with the saddle itself.  So we treated him like any young horse.  He checked out the saddle and pad and seemed very confident about it.  I saddled him at liberty and he had no problems at all.  Well, I should say, until the next day, when in anticipation of riding him, we found a girth that was small enough for him (he is still not that round).  Since it was our second saddling and he was so good the first day, I didn’t expect any reaction to the girth being tight.  And there wasn’t at first.  I tightened the girth, then walked away and he set off crow hopping around the arena for 20 seconds or so.  I was so surprised.  He then stopped and walked over to me and put his head down as if to say, ‘sorry, I just had a moment there’.  Just goes to show…never make assumptions about any horse and their previous training.  If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, it never happened.

saddling was uneventful, though there was not a small enough girth to be had in the house!

Bogie learns to yield his hindquarters without blocking me with his shoulder...

Day two:  I knew I could get on Bogie the second day, based on what we had accomplished the day before.  So I went straight to work teaching him to pick me up at the mounting block.   OK for those of you, saying ‘What’s with the mounting block?’… I have a rule.   Either mount from the ground or teach your horse to pick you up from a block or a tailgate or a fence…willingly.  Mounting a 16 hand horse from the ground takes physical strength and flexibility. Teaching that horse to pick me up takes savvy and focus.   Its ALL good, people!

Teaching Bogie to pick me up at the mounting block

testing the waters...

Bogie had no issues with the idea of me getting on his back, but you know what they say....'better safe than sorry'

And we're off....or rather 'on'...

Asking for lateral flexion...

very nice, short, relaxed first ride

Next we tackled the bridling issue.  It was a big deal to him.  But with some persistance and patience, along with good timing with the release, we got the job done.  I had a goal of getting the bridle on 3 times (once I had done it once) with each try more successful.  Mission accomplished, but we still have some work to do in this area…

Bridling was another story...

Bogie wasn't sure which was worse, the bit or the headstall going over the ears...

while he was worrying about the bit, I worked on the ears. I let him think about this for awhile...

Success with dignity!

I think we are off to a great start...

So Bogie is off to a great start!  There is loads of work to do, but I am confident he will be an awesome partner.  His movement is wonderful and it will be fun to try to recreate that undersaddle.  He would make an awesome hunter for some teenager!   Many thanks to Brenda from Ladd Farm for her support and suggestions!    Their website is:  www.laddfarmllc.com Check out and come audit a clinic this summer!

My fine hostess and coach, Brenda with my pup, Newt

The spectacular view from Ladd Farm...oh and the horse ain't bad either!

Spring is coming…

Our first broody hen..a red silkie.

Well,  its looking alot like spring…for the uninitiated!  While we’ll likely receive more snow and freezing weather, I look for any opportunity to be optimistic about the coming warmer weather!

So what’s new on the farm?  We have our first broody chicken..a year old red silkie, Silvia.  She is sitting on 8 banty eggs and we expect some young chicks next week if all goes well.   She has decided on a pretty cold time of year to sit, but maybe she knows something I don’t.

Both Beaugart, our new rescue and Reno, our rehab project are flourishing and getting strong…more in separate posts.  Stay tuned.

Upcoming events on the farm:

Sunday March 21st…’Beyond Dairy:  Raw Milk Processing and Cheese Making’, presented by Lisa McCrory from Earthwise Farm in Bethel, VT.  This class is full, but if you have interest in raw milk or cheesemaking, please email me (judkinsj.uvnn@gmail.com).  We will plan another class later in the season.

Saturday April 3rd…’Hoop House Raising’. Have you ever thought about putting up a high tunnel or hoop house to extend your growing season?  Well, I’ve been reseaching the project and plan to conduct a hoophouse seminar.  We’ll build a hoop house out of PVC, wood and wigglewire.   Plans, material lists, cost, and resource list will be provided and plans will be made for the next hoophouse raising at your house.  Lunch provided.  No fee…just bring your cordless drill 😉  Email me if interested… judkinsj.uvnn@gmail.com .

Piglets are arriving next month.  They are on the ground and 2 weeks old as we speak.  I went over to check them out this week…darling little things.  This year Resting Heart Farm is raising pigs, co-op style.  Piglets are available for sale, by the half or whole…live.  We will arrange feed and board then humane slaughtering on the farm and custom butchering for select clients and family.

Saturday April 17th…Plowing Bee at Shelburne Farms, Shelburne, VT.  Sponsored by Green Mountain Draft Horse Association.  Meeting to follow.  Reno will be attending and we are hoping to pull a walking plow!  http://www.greenmountaindraft.org/ for more info.

Saturday May 1st…GMDHA  Auction at Addison County Fairgrounds.

So begins one of my favorite and busiest seasons.  I hope to start blogging weekly again now that my ‘seasonal affective disorder’ has started to lift 🙂

Reno helps salvage a fallen Maple tree after the ice storm

How do dogs know?

Over the years I have read stories reporting evidence that dogs ‘know’ when their ‘person’ is coming home (before they actually arrive).  Some of it seems plausible, but on the other hand…who really knows what our dogs are thinking.  Mom has always told me that Max (my devoted 2 yo rescued mutt) ‘knows’ when I am nearly home.  He goes to the door and begs to be freed.  She sees or hears no sign of me, but as soon as she lets him out he goes running for the road and then she sees my truck take the turn onto Philbrick Hill, which is still quite aways from home.  How does he know?  I’ve always passed it off as coincidence…

So I have arrived home from my 5 day trip and found the dogs…both Max and Newt (my yorkie) exhuberantly waiting for me…..not a surprise.  I phone Carolyn once I settled and thank her for caring for the horses and dogs, as well as keeping mom company for the weekend.  She made the oddest report.  She told me that all week and weekend the dogs have followed her everywhere and been completely in her lap.  However, starting this morning, the dogs started distancing themselves and spent the day looking out the windows.  How odd, given that I started my trip early this am.  The striking thing is that it made such an impression on her and so much so that she made a point of telling me about it.    So do dogs really know?

Did you ever hear the story of the ‘Ugly Duckling’?

Bogie's mane was one massive, dreadlocked, matte of a mess...

You know the one where he finally realizes he is a beautiful swan…

I finally got some clear photos of Beaugart in his ‘ugly duckling’ state.  Truth is, he looks better everyday!  He has integrated nicely into the herd.  I caught him playing with Doc yesterday…shoulder to shoulder.  Every morning I find Manny standing near Bogie…both of them snoozing.  He starts pushing him around when he realizes I’m there with breakfast….but I know he likes him 🙂  Reno’s another story.  I’m convinced Bogie has never seen a mammal as big as Reno and he will not stand within 20 feet of him.  They’ll get there I suppose…

I shut Bogie in a stall at night for the last couple of nights, just to be sure he was getting his fair share of hay and to monitor his fluid intake.  I also needed to get some wormer into him.  That sure proved challenging!  I finally had to blindfold him to get  it into him.  I guess I’ll be working on that with him in the near future.  But tonight I found him drinking out of the main water trough and mom said he has been with the herd all day, so I thought he might be ready to go it on his own out with the herd tonight.  Its very good progress in just 5 days!

Photo credits go to my friend (with a nicer camera), Jean Cross…Thanks!

Its not pretty but at least I didn't have to roach it!

Alittle ribby....but already looks less tucked up

Beaugart meets the herd…

Introducing a new horse to a stable herd is always an undertaking.  It takes nerves of steel and an optimistic attitude.

Ideally, a new horse would be exposed to the new herd over a fence line for a while, then have some turnout with a low-ranking herd member…so they have a buddy.  Then they enter the herd proper.  There is always some squealing and some running around.  They all have to sort out who is the leader and who follows.

Beaugart does not like being kept in a stall.  I like that about a horse and I understand it.  I knew I needed to get him outside and soon.  Being winter, I have limited options…its hard to move fences in January, lol!  So my only option is to integrate him into the herd relatively quickly.

Manny shows Bogie the water trough...

My vet was out today and looked him over.  Besides being underweight and slightly dehydrated, she thought there were no serious issues and thought some outdoor exercise would do him good.  She did not recommend adding him to the herd just yet, but acknowledged that I might not necessarily follow her guidelines to the letter;)  True to her word, I set about freeing Bogie as soon as she left the barn.  I locked up Manny and Reno and turned Bogie out with Doc, my retiree.  As I expected, there was no drama at all.  I let Reno out and he was alittle pushy and bossy, but not persistently so.  Finally I let the alpha out….Manny.  He surprised me completely.  In stead of being his usual nasty self, he investigated the new horse…softly (almost protectively) and moved him here then there.  He was just showing the new guy who was boss….but he wasn’t doing it in a very aggressive way (which has been his style in the past).  So I am optimistic that Bogie will be able to join the herd permanently very soon.  One of the things I love about my track (I have a 15 foot track around the pasture next to the barn) is that there is nowhere for anyone to get stuck…..they just keep moving on the track in a circle…there is always a place for them to go.

Manny stares Bogie down. Bogie has to come to an agreement with Manny, the alpha horse in order to join the herd.

Manny moving Bogie around the track. Bogie has an effortless way of moving..can't wait to see what that looks like with some weight and a topline!

Even the dog seems to need to negotiate with Bogie for terms...

Beaugart

Beaugart is a 5 yo Arab x national show horse (1/2 arab, 1/2 standardbred)….reads mostly arabian;)    He’s registered and well bred.   Unfortunately, he, his herdmates and his owner fell on hard times this year and all have been doing poorly.  I became aware of the situation only a few days ago, made some room in the barn and drove down to rescue one of these horses today.  I came home with Beaugart.

He loaded right on the trailer and as soon as he discovered that there was hay in there, he had no intention of getting out.  I took off his halter and switched it out for one of my own while he happily munched away.   His simple delight at his very own pile of hay made me smile instantly.   I let him settle in the trailer while I perused the remaining horses…stallions, mares, youngsters and babies.  I struggled with the urge to take them all home.

I give alot of credit to the local law enforcement as well as Patricia Morris, a  local lawyer for skillfully managing a potentially horrific situation, making it possible for the owner to give her horses up  to safe and loving homes with her dignity intact.  I just hope all those wonderful animals find a place like Beaugart has.  A place where they can live well, eat plenty and play hard….and maybe someday have a job.

So Day one for ‘Bogie’.  He travelled well and ate a whole hay bag full of hay in the hour it took to drive home.  I’ve never seen a horse eat that much while traveling!  He was introduced to the herd over the fence before settling into a stall across the aisle from the the other horses, who came in and out all day saying ‘hi’, ‘who are you’, ‘I’m gonna kick your butt’, etc. etc.  I gave him a half bale of hay and plenty of water as well as a deep bed of shavings  and headed off to work for a few hours.

My initial assessment was that he was dehydrated.  His poop resembled shavings….ick!  I can’t recall seeing a single bucket of water at the facility he was at either inside or out….so no surprise he was alittle dry.  His body score is at best a 3.  Probably if it were summer, he would look more like a 2.  The long winter coat hides alot.  Feet aren’t horrible, but in need of a trim. And best of all… he is sound!  He has that floaty arab trot that I just love…

Upon my return, he had again amazed me at how much hay he had put away.  Only drank a 1/2 bucket of water though.  Not much poop in the stall and I couldn’t see that he had peed yet.  But he had a brighter look in his eye and was investigating his stall and surroundings, apparently now that his belly was full.  I found immediately that he has some haltering/bridling issues and does not like to be handled about the ears or poll….duly noted.  I got a rope halter on much more easily after a few scratches under his unruly dreadlocked mane.   We’ll work on that more…

I closed the barn doors and let him wander in the aisleway while I picked up his stall and reloaded his hay and water.  He pow-wowed with the other horses, squealing here and there.  Manny promptly turned his butt and kicked the wall between them repeatedly.  Always interesting, introducing a new member to the herd.  They’re already triing to jockey for their place in the new herd.

I decided to feed him some warm soaked beet pulp with some probiotics, dyna-spark (an electrolyte) and oxymega (an omega 3/antioxidant supplement) for his first dinner.  I’m not a huge fan of beet pulp as many of you know, but it does offer benefits in situations like this, so I keep some around.  Its a good way to get fluids into a dry horse and it also has a positive effect on GI motility and hindgut pH.  Plus it allows me to get the other stuff into him and I certainly don’t want to stress his system with grain just yet.  He seemed to like it, but took his time eating….probably more food than he’s seen in a long time.  I left him munching happily…