Today Pedro tipped the scales in the other direction.

 He made it clear almost immediately that he wasn't going to put up with any nonsense.

Then he clamped onto Scout's throat and wouldn't let go.

All the while he was making horrible donkey noises.

 

 It kinda scared me.  I turned around to grab something

 to whack Pedro with, but before I had to do that Scout broke free.  

He's missing some hair but there was no blood.

Pedro ran him around the pasture while I considered what to do.

It is slick as heck out there, so I decided to catch Scout and move him back in with his mom.

Which turned out to be a good decision because Bella was thinking about breaking through the fence to 

kick some burro butt.  She doesn't put up with that kind of crap, especially when her colt is involved.

So now I'll just keep them separate for the time being I guess.  I'll try them together again sometime when the ground is more solid.  I really would like for them to live together and chase each other around, just not too much.  And I'm hoping Scout will be smart enough to keep his tender throat out of reach in the future.  I'm sure that with time they'd work it out.

 Well there wasn't really anything going on here today that's worth talking about.  The wind was cutting and it snowed all day, then started raining.  The donkeys hung out inside.  The horses, although they could be inside if they wanted, stood around outside looking miserable and wet. 

So I'll share some more pictures from the weekend.

This seems to be the natural order of the boys. 

 

 Pedro lets Scout drive him around, so he's in the lead with Scout behind, pushing him on.  Bob won't be driven, but he is a follower, so he brings up the rear.  Pretty interesting actually, and could be useful information in training.  For instance, you might not get as good results trying to urge Bob forward with a whip/training stick as you would trying to lead him into something. And I think Pedro makes a better prospect for any kind of work, because he is more active and willing to move.

You may notice Bella isn't included in the equine playdate.  I'm afraid she might hurt the donkeys. Eventually maybe I'll feel more comfortable trying them together.

Here we have Donkey Dressage (AKA Move Your Ass):

Scout isn't living with the donkeys all the time though, because believe it or not they get fed more than he does.  Not much more, but it is more.  I may change that in the future so I can keep them together and they can all get more exercise together.

 Pedro's sweet eye, on alert:

I noticed he doesn't have very big "hangy things" over the top of his pupils.  (If you enlarge the picture you can probably see the black cilia at the top of his pupil, hanging down from the iris.)  I know there's a technical term for the hangy things...  Aha!  They are called corpora nigra.  I had to look it up.  These things protect the pupil from too much sunlight, and can develop cysts, as Scout has in his right eye, that obstruct the vision.  BUT Pedro's are much smaller than a horse's normal sized corpora nigra.  I wonder if it's because of his large brow ridges and overhanging "eyebrows."  Maybe he doesn't need the extra protection inside his eye.

That's about it for me today.  Cross your fingers for me that the snow on our driveway melts enough for the propane guy to get in here.  I want to be warm!

My niece came over today and we rode donkeys together in the biting cold.  It was great!  We rode around the round pen a bit, to get a handle on what exactly we had a handle on, and then we decided they were doing well enough to take them out.

They really thought circling around the round pen was fairly pointless.  Both were a lot more interested and happy once we went out and about.

 Bob says, "Can't we just leave already?"

The horses find donkey riding to be a very entertaining spectator sport.

Out and about!  Ariel and Bob are so cute together!

Me and Pedro in the front yard:

Heading back:

They almost seemed eager to get back to the pasture, which made me kind of sad.  I decided to be done.

But then when we took their tack off and led them back toward the gate they really didn't want to go.  They really do like getting out and doing things!  I love it!  Now that I know we'll do okay, I need to start doing lots more of this!  I can't wait to take them hiking in the forest and see how they take to it.  They'll be mountain mounts in no time.

Oh!  And they are SO SMOOTH to ride.  No discomfort whatsoever.  If you have a bad back, you need a donkey!  Also, at one point, out of the blue, John pushed a rattly lawnmower along behind us in the gravel.  If we'd been riding horses they would have spooked.  But Pedro just kind of gave it a bit more attention and thought and kept on going.  I didn't see any reaction out of Bob.  I love them!  So much!

I'm pretty sure Pedro figures I belong to him.  I'm his own personal ear-scritcher and jowl-hugger.  He doesn't like it when I pet Bob.  I have to tell him not to bite Bob and chase him off, and stand between them while I pet them both.  I love my Pedro more and more every day.  I love Bob too, he gives better hugs.  But for the aforementioned reason I don't get to love on Bob quite as much.  Pedro always just happens to be in a more accessible place for loving than Bob is.

I was going to write a more long-winded post, but I didn't.  :)

 Scout may be able to take on the big scary tractor

But Bob will not be moved.

 

More fun to come later, but now I've got leaves to rake.

Update: The donkeys in the ad "have been picked up."  I hope that means they found a loving new home!

There's an ad for two free donkeys in Lewiston, Idaho. They're being used for roping.  Even if only a little bit, in my opinion it's cruelty.

If anyone could find it in their heart to go pick them up I would be eternally grateful.  I would go get them myself but my husband says no, and he's right.  I hate having to be practical.

I keep wondering if one of them might be the little jack I befriended at the BLM adoption down there a couple years ago.  Probably not, but no matter the individual identity of the donkeys, they certainly DO NOT DESERVE that kind of treatment. 

As we were driving back from buying my two donkeys, my sister told me that the donkey is the only animal that ever speaks in the Bible. I'm not real familiar with the Bible, but I looked up the story.  (To clarify: Balaam is riding the donkey, the Angel of the Lord is blocking the path.)


Numbers 22

Balaam, the Donkey, and the Angel

²² Then God’s anger was aroused because he went, and the Angel of the Lord took His stand in the way as an adversary against him. And he was riding on his donkey, and his two servants were with him. ²³ Now the donkey saw the Angel of the Lord standing in the way with His drawn sword in His hand, and the donkey turned aside out of the way and went into the field. So Balaam struck the donkey to turn her back onto the road. ²⁴ Then the Angel of the Lord stood in a narrow path between the vineyards, with a wall on this side and a wall on that side. ²⁵ And when the donkey saw the Angel of the Lord, she pushed herself against the wall and crushed Balaam’s foot against the wall; so he struck her again. ²⁶ Then the Angel of the Lord went further, and stood in a narrow place where there was no way to turn either to the right hand or to the left. ²⁷ And when the donkey saw the Angel of the Lord, she lay down under Balaam; so Balaam’s anger was aroused, and he struck the donkey with his staff.
²⁸ Then the Lord opened the mouth of the donkey, and she said to Balaam, “What have I done to you, that you have struck me these three times?”
²⁹ And Balaam said to the donkey, “Because you have abused me. I wish there were a sword in my hand, for now I would kill you!”
³⁰ So the donkey said to Balaam, “Am I not your donkey on which you have ridden, ever since I became yours, to this day? Was I ever disposed to do this to you?”
And he said, “No.”
³¹ Then the Lord opened Balaam’s eyes, and he saw the Angel of the Lord standing in the way with His drawn sword in His hand; and he bowed his head and fell flat on his face. ³² And the Angel of the Lord said to him, “Why have you struck your donkey these three times? Behold, I have come out to stand against you, because your way is perverse before Me. ³³ The donkey saw Me and turned aside from Me these three times. If she had not turned aside from Me, surely I would also have killed you by now, and let her live.”

Today was a better day.  I saddled and bridled Pedro and we worked in the round pen.  His bit is a simple Myler comfort snaffle.  It works much better than a halter.  At first he did the same thing he does with the halter, which is root into it and pull against me, but after the first few successful turnings of his head, with my immediate release and praise, he knew what the right answer was.  He doesn't always want to give the right answer, however.  But we're making great progress.  This was the third time we've practiced this from the ground. 

Once we'd practiced a couple successful stops, I climbed in the saddle.  We rode for maybe 15 minutes, doing fairly well, and then I hopped down, took his bridle off, petted him a lot, and we went for a walk.

I took him into some trees near the house, on the neighbor's property.  They're not much like a forest but it was nice to see that he wasn't really nervous.  At one point he was breathing heavily, I think smelling all the strange scents, but he didn't seem overly nervous.

Then, sadly, it was time for them to be wormed.  I'm doing it again to be extra sure they're all clean.  Then they'll go on the regular schedule.  They were very good about it.  Bob was a bit offended but didn't take much convincing. They were both very cute afterward, begging for treats.  Which of course they got.

The view from on high:

Vote for Pedro!

 All your wildest dreams will come true.

If you haven't seen Napoleon Dynamite, you really should.

Today sucked.  Nothing bad happened.  But it sucked anyway.  I want my horse back!  I want to stomp my foot like a spoiled toddler and demand him back.  But that doesn't really do any good.


I went on a short trail ride with Scout.  It was hijacked by a bunch of ladybugs.  If you look real close at the next three pictures you can see them swarming.

Turns out Scout doesn't like bugs.  I tried to get a pic of him tossing his head but the only evidence is the rein jiggling.

This was just a tiny fraction of a percent of the ladybugs we saw today.  They were in patches, we'd go a long way without seeing any, then there would be another swarm.  

At first I tried to correct Scout for tossing his head, but then it became evident that the only safe answer was just to keep on moving through them.  He REALLY didn't like them.  I wouldn't have been surprised if he had started jumping around in frustration if I'd tried to make him behave.  Other than that it was a real good ride.  No complaints.  Except that he's not the horse I want to be riding.  I have got to get to the bottom of my problem with Scout.  Note that I said MY problem.  It's not him.  He's a good horse.  I just don't love riding him.  He knows it.  So we're just like co-workers who try real hard to pretend we like each other and can work together.  Although I have to give him more credit than I give myself.  He's trying harder than I am.  I just can't find the want to.

Amy may have had a breakthrough realization with her horse today. He's been a bit dangerous at times lately.  At one point when he was having a herdbound moment and she thought he might be about to start bucking, I looked at him and he appeared to be half asleep.  Aha!  Looks like perhaps he's "checking out"/ internalizing / shutting down.  Which would explain why he suddenly blows up so explosively.  Lots of food for thought there.


I also got Pedro out and saddled and bridled him today.  We were in the round pen working on giving to the bit (unmounted) when my sister called and said she could go trail riding after all, so I quickly stripped him of his saddle and went to get Scout.

And speaking of donkeys - they are excellent therapists.  They give the best hugs.  You wouldn't think so, considering they don't have arms, but they really do.  You ought to come try it sometime.  However, they don't seem to quite understand what's going on when you sit in their dinner.  Bob was so unnerved he had to go stand somewhere else.  Pedro kept eating.  But he wouldn't give me any kisses.

Today I just did whatever the heck I wanted.  And I didn't feel guilty about it.  Well, at least I tried not to.

Actually I did get a little bit of practical work done.  The horses weren't fenced in, thanks to some clumsy deer.  I think the horses knew the fence was down but they just had no reason to go wandering.  I got it fixed, after two trips back to the barn for more materials.  One of these days I'll learn to take enough stuff with me in the first place.  Or the second place.

On my first trip out, Blue helped me.

On the second trip out, I made Huckleberry come along too.

(That's Blue on the left and Huck on the right.)

I couldn't decide which of these 3 pictures I liked best.  I think if it was centered better this next one would be my favorite.

I was about ten feet short on fencing.  Hence the third trip.

This time I took Scout.

 

He was a little squirrely and a lot distracted.  We rode a lot of big squares, working on going in straight lines, not drifting, and not turning until I asked.  Eventually he was happy to ride off over the hill with me and find the hole in the fence.

He needed to stop a few times and get his head together - we were leaving his herd and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.  Here he was very sweetly checking with me to see how I felt.  Of course I wasn't feeling apprehensive about leaving the herd. 

Fixin' fence.  :)

After I untacked him I got a wild hair and decided to try him out with the donkeys.

 Don't they look thrilled?

Cute belly:

This crackhead is the same horse who's hard to get any life out of under saddle...

 Look at him being so fancy.  :)

It went really well.  Scout moved the boys around a tiny bit, but if he got too pushy they just stood still and told him to piss off.  Mostly Scout ran around being all kinds of excited for no reason.  He got way more exercise after our ride than during.

Then I got another wild hair.

Pedro is so handsome in reddish brown tack.  It brings out his eyes.

 

See me sitting on my ass out in the pasture?

Actually that was kinda a stupid idea...  See, Scout and Bella were in the round pen, and I didn't want to get them out, and I figured Pedro would move forward more if we were out in the big wide open.  And he did.  But he didn't have any steering.  Actually he had anti-steering.  I'd forgotten how he just pulls against me if I try to give any input.  Eventually I had to bail off before he took me into the mustang pen, which is a bit short in places for a rider not to hit their head.  So then we went and got his bridle and practiced giving to the bit, without a rider on.  Next time we'll ride in the round pen.  Silly me, I thought my sweet lovable boy could do no wrong. 

As you may have noticed, I also spent a considerable amount of time today playing with my photo editing software.  Sometimes I enjoy that, sometimes I really just can't be bothered.  I had fun with it today.

So now I'd better quit being a slacker and actually get some work done.  I have a kitchen full of dishes calling my name.

My sister and I took advantage of the good weather yesterday to go for a ride.

The horses always seem to be jazzed up and nervous at this trailhead.  This day was no different.  We spent some leisurely time just checking things out at first.  Scout didn't like going over the creek, with the culvert and the sound of fast water below him.  But he loved this big puddle - plowed right in and started playing.

 

There were 3 carcasses there too.  Yuck.  But Scout didn't seem to care in the least.  They weren't stinky yet.  Probably the wildlife will take care of them before they become too foul.

 All tacked up and ready to go.  

I love the fall color of the tamaracks mixed in with the evergreens.

Amy took this next one of me and Scout.  

All decked out for hunting season.  :)

 

Amy ahead on her horse, who has just been renamed Rohan.

 Having a nice trot through a field.

Rohan, quietly patient in his hobbles.  We learned he can run pretty well in them though.  Darn it. Luckily he was running to us, not away.

 

Every time I ride Scout out on the trail I really enjoy myself and I want to start riding him more, to get him even better (and of course just for fun).  With the weather being nasty and my sister being sick a lot, it's hard to get out there.  I really should ride him more at home, but that's so boring!  I need to come up with things to do around here.  Arena type exercises, and obstacles.  I have plenty of poles and stuff, and could move a little dirt with the tractor.  With all my free time...