…from a long, hard freeze; from a lingering flu, from a dressing on a burnt wrist, from ponies needing to move carefully measuring every step on frozen ground and needing to conserve their energy.

The clean-up happened today: thawed out manure piles were removed from the track, the yard was cleaned of previously frozen in hay and shavings; one cracked water bucket was removed, hooves were attended to and, most importantly, connections re-established.

I let them onto some grass at the back of the paddock this morning. Ben moved in, but despite leaving room for Rosie to come in, she stayed back. She has been moving quite stiffly. Her feet seem ok, so I suspect she is feeling arthritic from the cold weather. Ben was ready to spook at any excuse and I think Rosie sensed his energy and just did not want to become his target. So I went in. I jumped, suddenly. Ben jumped, spun, bucked and galloped. He stopped with his head up, snorting. I jumped again, enjoying the release of energy flowing through my body. Ben spun, bucked and galloped. And so we went on, echoing each other, a dance of sorts, a play, me being the younger horse off whom Ben needed to bounce energy. We finished, relaxing, blowing, me laughing, Ben putting his head down, blowing some more and eating some grass.

I moved away and Rosie moved in.



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6 responses to “Release

  1. I should be in that release mode in another day or two – we’re melting down after the snow, I’m to the point of coughing with this nasty cold, and the temps are on the rise now, so clean-up and release and reconnection will be welcome relief from the cold (in both senses of the word!).

    • Billie, I find that there are times when the work becomes so very hard. I love after the solstice, knowing that almost imperceptibly we are creeping towards Spring.

    • June it was fun and all the more so because I think Ben is quite a serious chap and not often given to play in the sense that Imke Spillker describes for example. I have to catch the moments when I can.

  2. Funny!
    That made me chuckle (picturing the two of you having fun, while Rosie looks on).
    When I first brought Griffin home from the racetrack, there was a lot of snow on the ground and I had no access to an indoor arena. One of the things we would do to spend time together was to have snowball “fights.” There was a lean-to in the pasture he was in and we would run around it while I would (affectionately) bomb him with snowballs.
    Griffin loved the joy of being able to run and play (as opposed to being locked in a stall at the racetrack) and would play with me much in the same way a dog would…..jumping and leaping into the air.
    That first winter together stays fondly in my memory just because it not only made me feel good to give Griffin a life after the track — but also the amount of fun we had playing šŸ™‚

    • Carol, you describe such a fun and lighthearted situation with you and Griffin. There is nothing like being able to play. I remember when I had Mali, my first horse, being told to loose lunge her sometimes for a change. How much more fun just to play with her, lots of exercise still, but reciprocal, not running from a lunge whip.