With great delight I announce that there will be equestrian at the Steirbach Baronial Birthday the last weekend of August at the Clarke Co. Fairgrounds. That’s a hop skip and a jump away from us–huzzah!GREAT job, Alienor, for pulling this together. You rock!
Grace has spent the week hanging over the fence watching me work clients’ horses.Â “Am I next?” she seemed to ask continuously.Â Despite the bitter chill, Mark and I brought her out today for some quality family time.
While I was getting organized, Grace went over to check out the mounting block.Â She put her hoof on top. *Click!* Treat!Â Operant conditioning at it’s finest! Operant conditioning is when you build on a behavior that is freely offered.
“I may end up regretting that one day,” I joked to Mark, but I was already thinking about the bridge, or Pirate’s plank as we call it,Â he’d built recently for a training obstacle.Â This was going to shortcut the process.Â Clunk went the hoof on the block.Â Click.Â Treat.Â Clunk.Â Click.Â Treat.
I got my gear in order and put the surcingle on Grace for the first time. Â She moved on and felt the band around her belly, much tighter than her blanket.Â She tossed her head and bucked once in protest, but responded to my request for more impulsion and soon forgot the annoying squeeze.
As she moved around the ring she swerved over to the mounting block.Â Clunk went the foot.Â “Now’s not the time Grace, move on!”Â As important as developing her curiosity and initiative is teaching her context: how to figure out when things are appropriate.Â Sometimes the block is a pedestal for her to stand on, sometimes a step for the rider to mount from, right now just ring clutter to be ignored.
Grace quickly made up for lost time. In short order she was ground driving for the first time, catching on quickly to voice commands and directional changes.Â We swapped back to a single longe and headed out of the roundpen to explore the challenge course in our open riding field.
Remember the hoof on the mounting block?Â Grace was initially intimidated by the Pirate’s plank sitting in the middle of the field. She sniffed -click! She touched it with her hoof-click! The lightbulb came on.Â She remembered this game!Â Before long she was walking that plank like an old salt-YARRR!
On the way back to the barn Grace learned to navigate raised cavaletti (no, you don’t step on it like the plank!) and jump a little crossrail.Â Nothing was ever an issue.Â Our attitude was let’s take a stroll… and oops! how did that get in the way?! Let’s figure it out!
Grace is fascinating to work with.Â She is so CEREBRAL.Â She needs to be continually questioned, challenged, engaged–and supported in those rare moments when she gets confused or scared.Â Clicker training adds motivation to her innate laziness, as well as shapes her natural curiosity.
Mark snapped some pictures with his cell phone before we wrapped up for the day.
Walking the Plank:
Gracie, modeling her new halter from the Expo!
I just learned about a highly nutritious grass that may be suit itself to a warming climate.
It is on my list to go to Scotland, buy or rent a horse, and disappear into the highlands of my forebears.Â I just found a kindred spirit in this endurance rider:
Friesians, though sparsely feathered compared with other breeds such as Shires, Clydes or Gypsies, are nontheless prone to getting “scratches” during rainy spells. MTG is out favorite, if fragrant, remedy. We love this recipe as it replicates the use of oil and sulphur:
Equestrian events are returning to Siege of Glengary in the Shire of Sylvan Glen!
Yippeee! Thank you Margarita for your persistance in securing the site we’ve dreamed of since the Lazy A days!Equestrian events are fun to participate in and exciting to watch. Our
magnificent steeds carry us back to the very roots of chivalry and the
dream we continue to create. As we thunder towards towards September,
please let me know how you would like to be involved.
If you ride, we can help you get started with the games. If you love
horses, being a groundcrewsman is a wonderful way to get your feet
wet, and again, we can get you going.
Your input will help us shape the road to Glengary. How can we help
you further the dream?
There are times when training is a calm sunny day in a round pen with a brave, intelligent horse. There are also the times when conditions are less than optimum, yet even a frightened horse can achieve a major breakthrough.
This is one such success.
A week or two ago we had a cold, bitter storm blow in from the Arctic. Caught by surprise by the cold pellets stinging our faces, and the 20 degree, gale force winds howling around us, we set out in the dark to blanket the few remaining horses who still needed the added protection from the fury of elements. With wind chills in the low zeros, blankets were not a request, they were a requirement. Our yearling Friesian-cross did not agree.
Spotteigh, usually calm, compliant, and friendly, had only worn a blanket once in his life… on a calm day at that. This night of all nights, the blanket seemed to have a life of it’s own as it blew around in Kirsten’s arms. The blanket for pasturemate D’Art was laying on the ground and moving of its own accord.
You could see it in Spotteigh’s eyes: “It’s gonna EAT ME!!!” That’s one of those moments where either all your training clicks together or you or someone else gets trampled. Short lead in hand, we danced in circles until he calmed down enough to try again. And try we did…
We have this little secret we’ll share with you! From the moment one of our horses sets hoof on the farm, we instill in them clicker-training. A bridge signal (in this case a ‘click’ sound) marks a behavior as desired… an implicit yes that says “You’re doing things right!” A click is always rewarded with a healthy tasty little snack treat. Think the trained Orcas at Sea World.
Face and hands going numb in the cold, we began the process of introducing Spotteigh to the blanket… the moving, scary looking mass that would give him warmth if he could trust it. Sniff…click… reward. Touch… click…reward. Touch on side… click…reward.
Each step was building on the success of the previous step until the surcingles were buckled and the front straps closed… and we were back in the truck thawing out.
All with the power of a click and a pocketful of hay stretcher!
I have to say sometimes I wish I had an extra 6 hours in the day to write down all the things that transpire in the course of a day. The story would be pretty immaculate.
Take this story for example. It was a wonderful, sunny, brilliant afternoon two weeks ago, and Kirsten was off teaching up in Smithsburg. Grace was quite obviously Jealous (with a capital J!) that I’d pulled Dolly out the pasture the previous day, and I promised her… she’d be next. As Kirsten drove off I told her I’d maybe “Polish the Ring”.
With a border in the round pen, I put a halter on Grace and brought her up to the barn for some much deserved attention and a good brushing of her mane. We spent a good 30 minute in the stall working out the burrs she managed to find from the remotest parts of the pasture, and cleaned her up all nice and pretty for when Mommy came home.
On the way back out to the pasture, I thought to myself… it may be fun if she got a little familiarity with the medieval games we all know she’s going to be a part of.. so off we went into the arena with her on lead.
Grace exhibited no fear. None at all. She walked right down between the two rows of reeds without hesitation, and came to a perfect halt behind me when I stopped. We went around the circle and came back through the “heads” row, weaving in and out of the uprights without missing a beat. We walked over the cavaletti up at the top of the field, and then we trotted in hand back down adjacent to the original reeds. We messed around for a couple more minutes and even had a couple beats of canter running in hand before I felt guilty for Kirsten not being around to play too.
So as I recounted the story to Kirsten later that night, she came up with a Xenophon quote appropriate for the moment “when a horse is shy of any object and refuses to approach it, you must teach him that there is nothing to be alarmed at… failing that, touch the formidable object yourself, and then gently lead the horse up to it.”
Grace was never afraid, but leadership by example is a principle both horses and humans can agree upon.