"What were we thinking?!!!!" That’s the question my husband, Bill, and I asked ourselves when we brought home Zelador and Zeloso, two weanling Lusitano colts, at the end of December in 2004. Our combined ages exceed 112 years and our other two horses were eight-years-old and seven when we bought them. We had never worked with youngsters, didn’t know how to work with youngsters and there we were...
To say that we are having the time of our lives would be an understatement. The two Z's led us to liberty training, Working Equitation, tricks (including the bow, the smile, mounting pedestals, pushing large balls) and with any luck, carriage driving. They will begin their jumping education this month and for the past two years have explored classical horsemanship (work in-hand, long reining and work under saddle).
Their adventures and misadventures are chronicled in this blog. I hope you enjoy watching how quickly these two are training us!
Last week I set three objects (a hat with zebra stripes on it, the ridged ball and a small pillow) about six feet apart from each other. Zelador was standing on a pedestal. I asked him to fetch the hat.
Zelador was amazing today. I did the usual fetch routine on the north wall, then moved the jump to the south wall. I prepared to start from the beginning again, but he sailed over the jump and returned over the
As far as the boys are concerned I’ve been doing stuff with them using a big blue tarp. Zeloso delights in lifting it off the ground, carrying it and swirling it. Zelador is much more sedate. He understands that I’d
During the winter I get a little “cabin-fever” (even though I’m outdoors for seven hours!). I’ve noticed this pattern the past few years: sometime in the mentally challenging month of February I sit down in front of the computer and
I believe I said something incredibly nasty to the dark llama (Jackson Brown) this afternoon. Ciara went with me to do the LAST farm-sitting session (feeding and mucking out). While we were in the loft of the bank barn, throwing
I’m babysitting a farm that has three horses, two llamas and a miniature donkey. I drop the hay from the loft into the paddock below, then I go down the stairs and through the barn to the arena which acts
This morning the wind was howling around the arena, but that didn’t deter Zelador and me. I turned him loose. He trotted to the northwest corner and prepared to lay down. I joined him just as he lowered his hind