What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française, starts writing short stories and then discovers a long-buried talent for art, of course…
Monday was the day that my equestrian routine was to be re-established. There were no excuses – the sun was shining and it was a pleasant 6C with no wind. I made my way up to the farm in the middle of the afternoon. My plan was to do some easy dressage-y loosening up stuff with Flurry and some groundwork with Aero. I need to improve his responses when I’m asking for stuff at a distance from him – forwards, sideways, stop, come towards me, go away from me, move his front end, move his back end. That sort of thing. He’ll do it all at liberty now, but I find that I need to be close to him to be sure he understands me.
I caught both horse and led them from their field. A strange, rhythmic noise seemed to be coming from my right hand side, where Aero was. Was there something caught on a hoof and making the noise as he walked? I watched and couldn’t see anything. And then he coughed. We walked about another ten steps and he coughed again. It turned out that he strange, rhythmic noise was him wheezing as he breathed.
Oh crap, I thought.
I checked him over carefully when I had tied them both up. He seemed perky enough; his coat looked good; his breathing was normal; he was alert and interested. The wheeze had stopped – I guess he had cleared his airways when he coughed. There was a slight discharge from his nostrils but no green or yellow guck. When I spoke to Alexandrine, she said she noticed him coughing on Saturday, although not much. I had visited them on Sunday and he hadn’t coughed at all, but there was no doubt that he was now coughing quite seriously. I wondered if there had been a particularly dusty bale of hay, but she said no, nothing out of the ordinary.
Before I panic (COPD!), I’ll treat it as a cold. The forecast is for snow, so he’s now rugged up against the weather. He seems better today – no coughing, either at feeding time this morning or when I was there to put an under-rug on. Fingers crossed.
And Flurry? I’m happy to say we did about forty minutes of flatwork as planned. He was reasonably supple. And well behaved, if a little lazy.
So at least I was 50% successful in achieving my goals.
Just to prove that I didn’t neglect my horses in the same way as I neglected my blog recently, these photos were taken on my first hack of the New Year, with Flurry on January the 5th.
I’ve managed to do a little bit of work with both horses recently – whenever the weather has been sympathetic, when the mood has taken me and I’ve had the time available. The biggest thing I did was to make sure that I trimmed all eight feet before I went to Ireland last week, so that I wouldn’t have that hanging over me on my return. If I do a full set of feet, I’m not able for anything else afterwards!
I’ve also bought a new bit for Aero. It was necessary :
(Hint : the old one is not meant to have the split to the right of the centre) To be fair, the original one owed me nothing – I think I bought it for Aero’s mother, which would make it at least sixteen years old. Eeek! Aero is turning into an old man!
Anyhow, we are ready to roll.
Monday, Feb 2nd is SERIOUSLY BACK TO WORK day. Our first outing of the new year is on March the 8th. I’ve also been threatening to do an online dressage competition…
Au boulot!
This is a regular scenario during the winter. All of the sheep are down from the high mountains and they are moved around a lot in search of fresh grazing. Fortunately I was on foot on this occasion. I’m not sure what either of my horses would make of a sheep tsunami on a narrow road.

