Today is day 81 since bringing Syringa home.
She has been making steady progress and seems to enjoy our "class" time in the round pen.
I have been getting advice and help from my friend who is very experienced in "natural" horsemanship with over a decade of personal hands on instruction herself from a great horseman. She gives us a weekly list of exercises and goals to work on, horsemanship homework as it were.
Among all of Syringas progress with groundwork was a few personal goals I had for her to attain. One was being able to walk closely around her rear side maintaining a hand on her body as I came around into her other vision side. This had previously been something that rattled her and made her anxious and jumpy. But last week she allowed me to rub her along her barrel, over her hips and hindquarters, stepping around and continuing up her other side to her head.
Insert enormous grin here.
That was a fantastic feeling of accomplishment as I had to trust her as much as she trusted me. I left the leadrope
lying on the ground at her front feet during this because it would just get in the way as I moved around behind her.
The other thing was picking her feet out. She has allowed me to pick them up since she came, thanks to Matts work with her, but to hold them up and pick the rocks out was another big step. She is getting much closer to me believing she will be okay when my farrier comes to trim her for the first time.
Last Friday I was doing some ground work with her in the roundpen halterless, and between exercises I decided to see if she would stand and let me pick out her feet while she was at liberty. She stood calm and relaxed! Another very quietly happy moment, but the tickertape parade was going off inside me, haha.
Sunday I wanted to see if I could pony her off my horse Luke,this would be a great thing as they could both get out and she could stretch her legs more. She is getting a little plump.
So I did a lot of preliminary warmup to that end with them both. Finally we did several circuits of the property with me mounted on Luke, leading her without incident, so I ventured out to the gravel road.
Everything was great, but Luke did exactly what I anticipated he would do when we turned toward home.
He's an anxious horse and I think his little brain got a bit fried before I got him. I've been working on his issues and he's made progress, but he is definitely not pony horse material. He started jigging and I was thwarted from doing the usual work with him by having a horse on a line. He took advantage of this and I ended up dismounting and leading them both home as his silliness was alarming Syringa, she was balking on the lead, and I didn't want to lose the rope. It was predictable, but I needed to try it anyway to satisfy my own stubbornness.
My friend and I rode up in the mountains yesterday, me on Luke and she on her young green mustang mare. That little mare is amazing, and next year, God willing, it will be me on Syringa enjoying the fall colors and mountain views.
