Foaling and Showing Rolled into One - Finally The End
Before I left my farm I checked in with Richard to see what the schedule was for our barn at the horse show. I'd been so preoccupied with Dare that I really didn't have a clue. All I knew for sure was there would be championships for Rachel, Mel and me. I had no idea when they were except for mine which I knew was in the afternoon session.
Because of my problems with Legs in the ring I really wanted to school the horse at the lunch break in that arena. I certainly didn't want to be riding another class without the horse having an opportunity to work his issues out beforehand. I'd set him up once and didn't want to be doing it again.
When I talked with Richard he told me that Rachel's class would be heading into the ring in about an hour and a half. That would be cutting it close to take a quick shower to shake off some of my fog and get to the fairgrounds in time to see her ride. If I flew I might just make it.
So that's exactly what I did. I arrived at our stalls and there wasn't a soul around. Not only that but Dandy was only partially braided. I wasn't sure what was going on so I headed to the arena. Imagine my surprise to find they were still doing reining. When I checked in to see how many rides were left, I knew there was probably no chance I was going to get to school Legs. There was little chance there would be any kind of lunch break at all with thirty more go's in reining left.
Those thirty reining gos hung on and hung on. I watched for a while but I was too rummy to even figure out the patterns. I spoke to a few of my friends and told them all about my new filly. It would have been usual horse show fare but my fanny was really dragging and I just couldn't keep myself focused. I was functioning in a fog.
I did watch Richard work with Rachel and Goldie. They had scratched their class because neither one of them was comfortable in the ring. Instead they were doing lots of riding in the warm-up arenas getting the two of them used to the show ring scene as a team.
I thought about schooling Legs in the beef barn arena but the footing wasn't great and there were some out of control kids riding into people. Neither one of those would help the problems I was having with Legs. I was going to have to hope he remembered the schooling session we'd had the day before after our class.
The reining classes just kept dragging on. It was after 1 before the rest of the morning classes even began. I watched Rachel ride Dandy into the ring then I zoned out. I swear I stood there on the rail watching the horses go by and I couldn't even pick out the one I owned.
Dandy is always the biggest horse in any class at 16 hands. And with those four white feet of his, I've never had any trouble finding him in the ring........well, until now that is. I was staring at horse bums moving away from me and next thing I knew they were all stopped. My poor brain did a double take trying to figure out what in the heck was going on. Then it dawned on me, the judge had called for a halt so she could as them to back in unison. After that the next thing I noticed was the horses were lining up. Not my finest hour as a coach on the rail. I can't even tell you how they placed.
Then we headed back to the stalls for lots more sitting around. Mel and I were in the same championship class and it was five classes from the end of the session. At the rate things were moving along we'd be lucky if we got out of there by dark.
We loaded everything we didn't need into the horse trailer. I saddled my horse up and put all the rest of his stuff in there too. After the class I would unsaddle him at the trailer and we'd be good to go once I changed clothes. My bed was calling me............I had no intention of spending one more minute at the fairgrounds than I needed. Foaling and showing in the same weekend just isn't my thing.
When it was finally time to ride, I headed off to the warm-up arena wondering what I was going to have for a horse. Would he remember his spook of the day before? Or would he be good? I just didn't know what to expect.
There weren't very many riders actually warming up in the arena. Legs started off more relaxed than I expected. We actually had a pretty relaxed ride warming up for the class, I was hopeful things would go smoother than the day before.
Those hopes were dashed as I got into position on the runway. My horse got pushy and wasn't really responsive. The drape we'd been riding with warming up probably wasn't going to hit the ring.
I remember thinking as I was riding through the in gate that I really should have scratched this class. I guess if I hadn't been sleep deprived I might have had to good sense to do that. But I was sleep deprived and I had NO sense. My horse was on the muscle and it was clear he was looking for trolls.
That far end of the arena is where all the trolls lurk. Not just for my horse but pretty much most of them don't really like that end. Most amateur riders don't even try to use the rail across that far end. On this day, with beams of light bouncing between the tarps, it was especially scary to Legs.
We almost made it around the far corner through all the scary stuff when Legs bolted. Unlike the previous shows, when he hit the bridle he pretty much came back down. Although he had jumped with such force he threw me off balance so sharply I had to grab the horn to stay astride.
My neck hurt and so did my lower back. This was NOT the relaxing let down after foaling I was hoping for. Instead my horse exploded two more times before the class was over. I was really mad at myself for riding the class without schooling in the arena first. I was also thinking I'd probably taken a huge step backwards with this horse. It was really a disappointing ride.
Then to top off my day, I had a couple of the kids from the barn follow me home to see the new filly. What's wrong with that, you might wonder. Well, as I'm looking at the face of this foal it dawns on me that it's got to be a colt. The look of the head just screams "Colt!" to me. Upon closer inspection I discover that's because the foal is a COLT! (Some much for Dave's predictions and all that talk about smary fillies and dumb colts! HA!)
What a way to end of complicated and stressful weekend of showing and foaling all rolled into one. If I ever think I'm going to do this again, will someone please shoot me! I think it'll be easier..............
NOTE: I'll post more pics and videos of the horse show when/if I get them.
Visit Blog Village and vote daily for this blog Here They are now measuring the rankings by votes out, so if you find my blog on the site, please click that link too to improve my rankings. TY
Perfect! A colt.
ReplyDeleteOooooh a colt, was that what you were wanting? I knew there would be a turnaround LOL. Beautiful little guy and what unusual face markings! Does the Star and Snip connect or are they seperate, I cant quite make out if the white continues down in a narrow strip.
ReplyDeleteYou have got to start looking after yourself girl. There is only so much of you to go around! Hope you get some rest before you are up and running again although I suspect that will be unlikely LOL. (((((Hugs)))))
Lori
Aw, man, you thought it was a filly for how long? How awful! I mean, colt or filly, the little guy is absolutely adorable, but that's a long time spent thinking of the little guy in terms of female pronouns!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope you've gotten some sleep since then...
Well, I haven't foaled out as many mares as you have, MiKael, but I still believe that fillies are GENERALLY quicker to stand, do the 'essentials', and find the milk bar, and colts USUALLY take a lot more time and intervention. That being said, my cutie-patootie colt that was born last month was and still is quite pecocious. At least once during his first hour on this earth, he looked around, and said (so to speak), "I've just been born and I KNOW EVERYTHING". He's been that way ever since. He's almost totally halter broke. I only had to chase him around the stall a couple of times to get his little halter on him. Now he just stands like a big horse to have his halter put on. He almost leads like a big horse, though he does like to have the butt rope draped on his hocks for security, and he's friendly enough to try to follow me out of the stall when I come in to feed. He wants to be in your face or your pocket or in your arms at all times. I hope the attitude never goes away.
ReplyDeleteWell I hope by now you've gotten some much needed sleep. Showing when you're that tired is not a good thing especially when the horse decides not to behave. Glad you weren't hurt. I think your colt is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThat arena can really undo a good many horses. My daughter rode a horse who hated it and the barns too, and it got worse year after year. I hope Legs can get over the "trolls" there, I really hope he can.
ReplyDeleteI had the feeling you were going to renege on your original sexing. He is still a cutie, but sorry you're disappointed.
ReplyDeleteLove the little blanket on him! Too cute!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness Mikael I hope you got some rest! Being that sleep deprived is so hard on a person, it would take me a week to get over it.
ReplyDeleteA colt eh? I had a feeling this was the way the story would go!! He's beautiful!
Too bad about the ride at the show; props for trying though! Just caught up on the story of the foaling. I had to pull my filly on my first-time- foaling- mare too, but it was in the right position. The mare couldn't quite push hard enough, so I helped with a little traction and it made the difference. And it really is a filly!
ReplyDelete