"We'll make room for you" Jill said, cantering past the entrance to the sandring one more time and then changing the location of her small circle in front of her teacher. A longstanding student and boarder was standing there waiting to enter. The mother of two of Jill's students.
"Don't worry, I'm watching and learning" replied the next rider, to Jill's delight. They were leg yeilding around the top part of the circle at a walk and then striking off into canter for the rest of the figure and then making another transition back to walk within the 15meters, in order to leg yeild some more.
It was an interesting and effective exercise she'd never tried before and was a result of her request to the teacher to give the school horse a "tune up" since she'd been ignoring the leg of the students in classed Jill'd been teaching that week. Jill enjoyed the ride and was also proud when the teacher said as she was leaving how well she'd ridden.
Maybe she wasn't as rusty as she thought. and, her pony friend had such a good work ethic too!
*They began and ended their ride playing tag with the fearless 4 year old, the head coach's son, a game including opening and closing gates and barriers into the arena. The horse was so brave, agile, responsive AND sensible, the games were just great!!
**
Jill had a another private lesson on Farah. They worked on forward (even though she's a speedster) around and around the sandring in every gait for nearly a half hour; then jumped a couple poles in a really rhythmical and relaxed way.
The next time we went out, it was a practice ride after the b-day party.
Since the hay in the big, back field had just been cut, they had a little handgallop along one side, trotting the rest in each direction. Then they trotted around the manure pile field treeline, and trotted around the shed paddock twice.
Then they joined the group lesson yesterday SHE WAS TOTALLY AWESOME. so soft and quiet and collecting!
*
5.7 pg 41 Dressage in Harmony
The Good Ride Danger
When you have a good ride one day, it is wonderful, but it also very dangerous. On the next day, as soon as you mount, you tell yourself, "I hope it will be as good as yesterday..." And the rider expects the same performance of the horse immediately. If the rider tries to get the feeling he had yesterday right away, then he will start to get tight. I cannot expect to start my search for a butterfly with him already in the net! I have to wait for him." etc etc. we trotted around the manure pile field treeline, and trotted around the shed paddock twice.
then when we joined the group lesson yesterday SHE WAS TOTALLY AWESOME. so soft and quiet and collecting!
5.7 pg 41 Dressage in Harmony
The Good Ride Danger
When you have a good ride one day, it is wonderful, but it also very dangerous. On the next day, as soon as you mount, you tell yourself, "I hope it will be as good as yesterday..." And the rider expects the same performance of the horse immediately. If the rider tries to get the feeling he had yesterday right away, then he will start to get tight. I cannot expect to start my search for a butterfly with him already in the net! I have to wait for him." etc etc.
Showing posts with label Farah. Show all posts
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2010-07-02
2010-07-01
New Love
Some of the parents in the barn said "We felt sorry for you out there having to shout in the wind, dust and sun."
"You feel sorry for me?" Jill was flabbergasted. Wasn't it obvious? "I LOVE it out there! You should think I'm so lucky!"
*
Two white tailed bunnies crossed their path and then a blue jay and bright yellow bird passed right in front of their faces, as she hacked Farah-her-new-favourite around the farm fields. She was working up the school horses at the new academy individually and the little Apoloosa Clyde cross was the one who's spirit she most enjoyed. Although she did not stop whinnying the entire time Jill was riding. Just who on earth was she missing? ha.
The highlight of the day was finding a nice deep puddle when out their trail. The sometimes spooky, speedy, stubborn mare was very sensible stepping through it 20 times, deep part, shallow part, murky muddy etc. etc.
Pulling the girl's mane now, THAT was a different story. When the farm owner stopped in the barn Jill tried to highlight the positive and enthused on the adorable roan's ride outside.
"She's going so well. Who's been riding her?"
"EVERYone is talking about how well she's started going. I thought it was you."
"Oh, in that case it IS me." Jill was joking but also realized as she spoke it, it was true, ha.
*
Two white tailed bunnies crossed their path and then a blue jay and bright yellow bird passed right in front of their faces, as she hacked Farah-her-new-favourite around the farm fields. She was working up the school horses at the new academy individually and the little Apoloosa Clyde cross was the one who's spirit she most enjoyed. Although she did not stop whinnying the entire time Jill was riding. Just who on earth was she missing? ha.
The highlight of the day was finding a nice deep puddle when out their trail. The sometimes spooky, speedy, stubborn mare was very sensible stepping through it 20 times, deep part, shallow part, murky muddy etc. etc.
Pulling the girl's mane now, THAT was a different story. When the farm owner stopped in the barn Jill tried to highlight the positive and enthused on the adorable roan's ride outside.
"She's going so well. Who's been riding her?"
"EVERYone is talking about how well she's started going. I thought it was you."
"Oh, in that case it IS me." Jill was joking but also realized as she spoke it, it was true, ha.
2007-10-20
Moments on Mars
"it's funny how the sheep and giant, furry lama flocking to the fence didn't freak him at all, but he almost ditched me spooking at a tree branch lying on the edge of the field" Jill said, returning from the give-the-talented-school-pony-a-change-of-scenery-ride. "He took off on me once too, so that's good right?" she added, to the surprise of the working students. "Afterall, the idea is to get him going forward!"
*
the next day, it took several minutes to get past the parked horse trailer. and, in general, he was much spookier than the day before... when jill got back to the barn she survey everyone
is it possible that the scent of nearby lambs and lamas were actually comforting him the day before???
*
the next day, it took several minutes to get past the parked horse trailer. and, in general, he was much spookier than the day before... when jill got back to the barn she survey everyone
is it possible that the scent of nearby lambs and lamas were actually comforting him the day before???
2007-09-27
Farah-my-favourite
"we'll make room for you" jill said, cantering past the entrance to the sandring and then changing the location of her small circle in front of her teacher. a longstanding student and boarder was standing there waiting to enter.
"don't worry, i'm watching and learning" replied the next rider, to jill's delight. they were leg yeilding around the top part of the circle at a walk and then striking off into canter for the rest of the figure and then making another transition back to walk within the 15meters, in order to leg yeild some more. it was an interesting and effective exercise she'd never tried before and was a result of her request to the teacher to give the school horse a "tune up" since she'd been ignoring the leg of the students in classed jill'd been teaching that week. jill enjoyed the ride and was also proud when the teacher said as she was leaving how well she'd ridden.
maybe she wasn't as rusty as she thought. and, her pony friend had such a good work ethic too!
they began and ended their ride playing tag with the fearless 4 year old, including opening and closing gates and barriers into the arena. the horse was so brave, agile, responsive AND sensible, the games were just great!!
**
the other day i had a private lesson on farah. we worked on forward (even though she's a speedster) around and around the sandring in every gait for nearly a half hour; then we jumped a couple poles in a really rhythmical and relaxed way.the next time we went out, it was a practice ride after the b-day party.
since the hay in the big, back field had just been cut, we had a little handgallop along one side, trotting the rest in each direction. then we trotted around the manure pile field treeline, and trotted around the shed paddock twice.
then when we joined the group lesson yesterday SHE WAS TOTALLY AWESOME. so soft and quiet and collecting!
5.7 pg 41 Dressage in Harmony
The Good Ride Danger
When you have a good ride one day, it is wonderful, but it also very dangerous. On the next day, as soon as you mount, you tell yourself, "I hope it will be as good as yesterday..." And the rider expects the same performance of the horse immediately. If the rider tries to get the feeling he had yesterday right away, then he will start to get tight. I cannot expect to start my search for a butterfly with him already in the net! I have to wait for him." etc etc.
"don't worry, i'm watching and learning" replied the next rider, to jill's delight. they were leg yeilding around the top part of the circle at a walk and then striking off into canter for the rest of the figure and then making another transition back to walk within the 15meters, in order to leg yeild some more. it was an interesting and effective exercise she'd never tried before and was a result of her request to the teacher to give the school horse a "tune up" since she'd been ignoring the leg of the students in classed jill'd been teaching that week. jill enjoyed the ride and was also proud when the teacher said as she was leaving how well she'd ridden.
maybe she wasn't as rusty as she thought. and, her pony friend had such a good work ethic too!
they began and ended their ride playing tag with the fearless 4 year old, including opening and closing gates and barriers into the arena. the horse was so brave, agile, responsive AND sensible, the games were just great!!
**
the other day i had a private lesson on farah. we worked on forward (even though she's a speedster) around and around the sandring in every gait for nearly a half hour; then we jumped a couple poles in a really rhythmical and relaxed way.the next time we went out, it was a practice ride after the b-day party.
since the hay in the big, back field had just been cut, we had a little handgallop along one side, trotting the rest in each direction. then we trotted around the manure pile field treeline, and trotted around the shed paddock twice.
then when we joined the group lesson yesterday SHE WAS TOTALLY AWESOME. so soft and quiet and collecting!
5.7 pg 41 Dressage in Harmony
The Good Ride Danger
When you have a good ride one day, it is wonderful, but it also very dangerous. On the next day, as soon as you mount, you tell yourself, "I hope it will be as good as yesterday..." And the rider expects the same performance of the horse immediately. If the rider tries to get the feeling he had yesterday right away, then he will start to get tight. I cannot expect to start my search for a butterfly with him already in the net! I have to wait for him." etc etc.
2007-06-28
Flirt Flash
"I can ride the spookers and the bolters and the rearers and the quitters" Jill said confidently, "but the buckers, well they just have to think about it and I'm flying through the air."
"You're brave" the harness racer'd said, scaring her in fact, because if he thought that she must be missing something. But, she wan not missing the fact he was bringing her an ice cap as a super surprise on such a hot day.
"You can see through those pants when the sun's behind you" he said, teasing and changing the subject. She was actually wearing cream coloured linen pants to muck out the stall that day. They were hand-me-downs from movie star cousins that she knew she'd never wear outside of the barn, but they were so cool, and felt so comfortable and it was so hot...
"I switched from polka dot underwear to a solid colour this morning in case that happened" Jill retorted, acting less mortified than she actually was...now she tried changing the subject,
"The last time I rode Farah she jumped a big rock in our path like it was a real obstacle. Isn't that cute? Doesn't that sound like a pony that WANTS to go cross?"
*
Later the same day, Jill was in the barn alone, tackling yet another disgusting corner of the standardbred breeding farm buildings. Cobwebs covered the tack on the hooks on the wall, and as she discovered more tack in the dusty piles on the floor, she just added the bits to the hanging mess, concentrating on "sorting" for the time being. Just to cobweb and sweep with things up of the floor and flat surfaces would be a huge improvement. She laughed out loud to find a bar of saddle soap on a shelf she was clearing, and Jim peeked around the corner of the doorway, surprising her with his presence, and his quizzical expression... "As if we need THIS around here" she showed him the unopened box.
They also had a quick conversation about the whiskey bottle she'd found back there, and flirted in their way as she continued her dirty work and he harnessed his (devil) pony. When the boss came in the barn Jim said, "Jill's been drinking in the barn again" and Jill shrieked and turned to see the boss's face as she told Jim to SHUT UP.
The boss laughed and then said to Jill, "EW, your face is dirty."
Jill shrugged and brought the inside of her t-shirt up to her face to wipe it. As she smeared it around her gritty grimy skin, she felt wet around her nose. Ick, was this a snotty, messy nose? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW. Gross. She was grossed out and it was her own mess. Not to mention, it was mortifiying. And, in front of Jim of all people? In a way she wanted to die of shame but on the other hand, she tried to think "well, what's wrong with a dose of real life in a romance anyway?" Ug.
"You're brave" the harness racer'd said, scaring her in fact, because if he thought that she must be missing something. But, she wan not missing the fact he was bringing her an ice cap as a super surprise on such a hot day.
"You can see through those pants when the sun's behind you" he said, teasing and changing the subject. She was actually wearing cream coloured linen pants to muck out the stall that day. They were hand-me-downs from movie star cousins that she knew she'd never wear outside of the barn, but they were so cool, and felt so comfortable and it was so hot...
"I switched from polka dot underwear to a solid colour this morning in case that happened" Jill retorted, acting less mortified than she actually was...now she tried changing the subject,
"The last time I rode Farah she jumped a big rock in our path like it was a real obstacle. Isn't that cute? Doesn't that sound like a pony that WANTS to go cross?"
*
Later the same day, Jill was in the barn alone, tackling yet another disgusting corner of the standardbred breeding farm buildings. Cobwebs covered the tack on the hooks on the wall, and as she discovered more tack in the dusty piles on the floor, she just added the bits to the hanging mess, concentrating on "sorting" for the time being. Just to cobweb and sweep with things up of the floor and flat surfaces would be a huge improvement. She laughed out loud to find a bar of saddle soap on a shelf she was clearing, and Jim peeked around the corner of the doorway, surprising her with his presence, and his quizzical expression... "As if we need THIS around here" she showed him the unopened box.
They also had a quick conversation about the whiskey bottle she'd found back there, and flirted in their way as she continued her dirty work and he harnessed his (devil) pony. When the boss came in the barn Jim said, "Jill's been drinking in the barn again" and Jill shrieked and turned to see the boss's face as she told Jim to SHUT UP.
The boss laughed and then said to Jill, "EW, your face is dirty."
Jill shrugged and brought the inside of her t-shirt up to her face to wipe it. As she smeared it around her gritty grimy skin, she felt wet around her nose. Ick, was this a snotty, messy nose? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW. Gross. She was grossed out and it was her own mess. Not to mention, it was mortifiying. And, in front of Jim of all people? In a way she wanted to die of shame but on the other hand, she tried to think "well, what's wrong with a dose of real life in a romance anyway?" Ug.
2007-06-12
Free Fun
Was Jim joking when he said he didn't like to waste the water, or pollute the environment with the extra shampoo and so only washed his hair once a week?
"we have no preference here" said the large animal vet, to Jill, about the radio. She was thrilled to acknowledge she could put it on whatever station she'd enjoy! And, the small animal vet stocked the fridge with the pop/beverage of her preference... while the other (farrier) brother did his best to make her laugh and lift the heavy things. And, they were a family of SUCH gifted whistlers, Jill didn't even have the words!
*
Farah and I disturbed SOOOOOOOOO many dragonflies today, with our trot round the big feild in two point. my legs hurt today so it MUST have been good for us!
The day after my pony spooked at a butterfly, two huge ugly turkey vultures swooped down from a dead tree we were walking past and she didn’t even flinch (despite the fact that her rider even had a scared vibe)!
Our last trip out around the fields, we trotted. And, we had to pass a dump truck dumping to get out there! The most exciting part of our ride though, was the section of brush where a huge clatter started happening in the woods and it sounded like a crazy horse eating mammoth on the move towards us, or a scary sasquatch or something…farah spooked and bolted a little and I lost a stirrup and was a tiny bit unseated, though I didn’t fall off, and then what popped out of the forest in front of us (and looking MORE scared of us than we were of him) was a tiny red fox. He then trotted up the path the way we were headed, so we followed him quite a ways, hearts in our throat and all.
The last time Jill had spoken with Jim she remembered him wishing he was still cooking her dinner and complaining that he had no one to give flowers to since she left.
That morning while she sang Farah around the fields new to both of them, with their unexpected trillium, butterflies, tree breezes, rock piles, neighbouring junk and leaping squirrels, all spooking the tiny roan, she remembered singing to Ellie. And she also missed the hacks out with Jim to check on the burn pile.
She used to tell those powerful giants back then that the big pit was a horse coffin and they better be nice to her!
"we have no preference here" said the large animal vet, to Jill, about the radio. She was thrilled to acknowledge she could put it on whatever station she'd enjoy! And, the small animal vet stocked the fridge with the pop/beverage of her preference... while the other (farrier) brother did his best to make her laugh and lift the heavy things. And, they were a family of SUCH gifted whistlers, Jill didn't even have the words!
*
Farah and I disturbed SOOOOOOOOO many dragonflies today, with our trot round the big feild in two point. my legs hurt today so it MUST have been good for us!
The day after my pony spooked at a butterfly, two huge ugly turkey vultures swooped down from a dead tree we were walking past and she didn’t even flinch (despite the fact that her rider even had a scared vibe)!
Our last trip out around the fields, we trotted. And, we had to pass a dump truck dumping to get out there! The most exciting part of our ride though, was the section of brush where a huge clatter started happening in the woods and it sounded like a crazy horse eating mammoth on the move towards us, or a scary sasquatch or something…farah spooked and bolted a little and I lost a stirrup and was a tiny bit unseated, though I didn’t fall off, and then what popped out of the forest in front of us (and looking MORE scared of us than we were of him) was a tiny red fox. He then trotted up the path the way we were headed, so we followed him quite a ways, hearts in our throat and all.
The last time Jill had spoken with Jim she remembered him wishing he was still cooking her dinner and complaining that he had no one to give flowers to since she left.
That morning while she sang Farah around the fields new to both of them, with their unexpected trillium, butterflies, tree breezes, rock piles, neighbouring junk and leaping squirrels, all spooking the tiny roan, she remembered singing to Ellie. And she also missed the hacks out with Jim to check on the burn pile.
She used to tell those powerful giants back then that the big pit was a horse coffin and they better be nice to her!
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