Another new face
Nov. 22nd, 2004 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
murakoziYesterday was off and on grey, but a nice cool quiet day for the most part
After arriving at the barn, I made the mandatory trip up and down both aisles, distributing carrots. Even though they only do it because they want a treat, it's still kind of nice to be greeted by a chorus of nickers when I'm recognized. It'll start with Bonnie, usually, since her stall is right at the door, then pass up along the aisle. I then went out back, to check up on the horses already turned out, and to try to see who Pumpkin had settled in with as a herd buddy. I spotted him at the top of the hill with someone. From the color, I assumed it was Lucy, an upper-middle ranking pony mare. That seemed unusual, since she seems to prefer higher ranking geldings to hang around with. Something just didn't look right about her though. Seemed too tall, and not round enough, and another mare, Cappucino was picking on her a bunch. Cap would never try that with Lucy. Then she turned and upon seeing the face, I realized it wasn't Lucy.
After a bit of trying to figure out who this was, I concluded that it must be another new horse. I went back down and asked Don and, yup, he'd just gotten a new mare last week. So far, she has no official name. Her previous owner had named her Angel, but Don said that would be changed. I'm not sure why. It doesn't seem a bad name. She's been used in a couple classes already and is a dead calm walk/trot pony. That's good for the beginner level classes she'll be used in. Apparently, she's kind of clumsy at a canter, and keeps her head well out in front and low, which isn't particularly good. Don had noticed this when he saw her before buying her, and wondered if it was a physical problem, rather than one that could be corrected with training. The vet said it looked like she might've had a neck injury in the past, which could explain it. I'm a little surprised Don bought her, because of that, but I'm kind of glad, too. For the kind of classes she'll work in, it shouldn't be a problem. It's pretty certain that no private individual would buy her for their own horse, with her canter issues, and most schools wouldn't either. With her previous owner selling off horses for financial reasons, it'd be likely she'd have ended up at auction and then as dog food. Hopefully, she'll do well here. I'd have slogged through the mucky mud to get some pictures of her, if I'd realized sooner that she was a new pony. As it is, I got a couple distance ones with her, while trying to get some of Pumpkin.
Bandy's shoulder is doing better, but still not good at all. She may have to get trailered down to Leesburg for some xrays to see whether something's broken in there. The stall she's in still doesn't have the barred window on the front. She seems to enjoy parking her butt right up against the wall, and hanging her ratty little appy tail into the aisle, then giving indignant looks whenever someone walking by pats her rear. Silly girl.
On a totally unrelated note, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik is one of the few pieces that'll make me stop reading boring RFI's and just sit and listen to the radio, while trying to keep from 'air conducting' at my desk.
After arriving at the barn, I made the mandatory trip up and down both aisles, distributing carrots. Even though they only do it because they want a treat, it's still kind of nice to be greeted by a chorus of nickers when I'm recognized. It'll start with Bonnie, usually, since her stall is right at the door, then pass up along the aisle. I then went out back, to check up on the horses already turned out, and to try to see who Pumpkin had settled in with as a herd buddy. I spotted him at the top of the hill with someone. From the color, I assumed it was Lucy, an upper-middle ranking pony mare. That seemed unusual, since she seems to prefer higher ranking geldings to hang around with. Something just didn't look right about her though. Seemed too tall, and not round enough, and another mare, Cappucino was picking on her a bunch. Cap would never try that with Lucy. Then she turned and upon seeing the face, I realized it wasn't Lucy.
After a bit of trying to figure out who this was, I concluded that it must be another new horse. I went back down and asked Don and, yup, he'd just gotten a new mare last week. So far, she has no official name. Her previous owner had named her Angel, but Don said that would be changed. I'm not sure why. It doesn't seem a bad name. She's been used in a couple classes already and is a dead calm walk/trot pony. That's good for the beginner level classes she'll be used in. Apparently, she's kind of clumsy at a canter, and keeps her head well out in front and low, which isn't particularly good. Don had noticed this when he saw her before buying her, and wondered if it was a physical problem, rather than one that could be corrected with training. The vet said it looked like she might've had a neck injury in the past, which could explain it. I'm a little surprised Don bought her, because of that, but I'm kind of glad, too. For the kind of classes she'll work in, it shouldn't be a problem. It's pretty certain that no private individual would buy her for their own horse, with her canter issues, and most schools wouldn't either. With her previous owner selling off horses for financial reasons, it'd be likely she'd have ended up at auction and then as dog food. Hopefully, she'll do well here. I'd have slogged through the mucky mud to get some pictures of her, if I'd realized sooner that she was a new pony. As it is, I got a couple distance ones with her, while trying to get some of Pumpkin.
Bandy's shoulder is doing better, but still not good at all. She may have to get trailered down to Leesburg for some xrays to see whether something's broken in there. The stall she's in still doesn't have the barred window on the front. She seems to enjoy parking her butt right up against the wall, and hanging her ratty little appy tail into the aisle, then giving indignant looks whenever someone walking by pats her rear. Silly girl.
On a totally unrelated note, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik is one of the few pieces that'll make me stop reading boring RFI's and just sit and listen to the radio, while trying to keep from 'air conducting' at my desk.