How do dogs know?

Over the years I have read stories reporting evidence that dogs ‘know’ when their ‘person’ is coming home (before they actually arrive).  Some of it seems plausible, but on the other hand…who really knows what our dogs are thinking.  Mom has always told me that Max (my devoted 2 yo rescued mutt) ‘knows’ when I am nearly home.  He goes to the door and begs to be freed.  She sees or hears no sign of me, but as soon as she lets him out he goes running for the road and then she sees my truck take the turn onto Philbrick Hill, which is still quite aways from home.  How does he know?  I’ve always passed it off as coincidence…

So I have arrived home from my 5 day trip and found the dogs…both Max and Newt (my yorkie) exhuberantly waiting for me…..not a surprise.  I phone Carolyn once I settled and thank her for caring for the horses and dogs, as well as keeping mom company for the weekend.  She made the oddest report.  She told me that all week and weekend the dogs have followed her everywhere and been completely in her lap.  However, starting this morning, the dogs started distancing themselves and spent the day looking out the windows.  How odd, given that I started my trip early this am.  The striking thing is that it made such an impression on her and so much so that she made a point of telling me about it.    So do dogs really know?

Did you ever hear the story of the ‘Ugly Duckling’?

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You know the one where he finally realizes he is a beautiful swan…

I finally got some clear photos of Beaugart in his ‘ugly duckling’ state.  Truth is, he looks better everyday!  He has integrated nicely into the herd.  I caught him playing with Doc yesterday…shoulder to shoulder.  Every morning I find Manny standing near Bogie…both of them snoozing.  He starts pushing him around when he realizes I’m there with breakfast….but I know he likes him :)   Reno’s another story.  I’m convinced Bogie has never seen a mammal as big as Reno and he will not stand within 20 feet of him.  They’ll get there I suppose…

I shut Bogie in a stall at night for the last couple of nights, just to be sure he was getting his fair share of hay and to monitor his fluid intake.  I also needed to get some wormer into him.  That sure proved challenging!  I finally had to blindfold him to get  it into him.  I guess I’ll be working on that with him in the near future.  But tonight I found him drinking out of the main water trough and mom said he has been with the herd all day, so I thought he might be ready to go it on his own out with the herd tonight.  Its very good progress in just 5 days!

Photo credits go to my friend (with a nicer camera), Jean Cross…Thanks!

Its not pretty but at least I didn't have to roach it!

Alittle ribby....but already looks less tucked up

Beaugart meets the herd…

Introducing a new horse to a stable herd is always an undertaking.  It takes nerves of steel and an optimistic attitude.

Ideally, a new horse would be exposed to the new herd over a fence line for a while, then have some turnout with a low-ranking herd member…so they have a buddy.  Then they enter the herd proper.  There is always some squealing and some running around.  They all have to sort out who is the leader and who follows.

Beaugart does not like being kept in a stall.  I like that about a horse and I understand it.  I knew I needed to get him outside and soon.  Being winter, I have limited options…its hard to move fences in January, lol!  So my only option is to integrate him into the herd relatively quickly.

Manny shows Bogie the water trough...

My vet was out today and looked him over.  Besides being underweight and slightly dehydrated, she thought there were no serious issues and thought some outdoor exercise would do him good.  She did not recommend adding him to the herd just yet, but acknowledged that I might not necessarily follow her guidelines to the letter;)  True to her word, I set about freeing Bogie as soon as she left the barn.  I locked up Manny and Reno and turned Bogie out with Doc, my retiree.  As I expected, there was no drama at all.  I let Reno out and he was alittle pushy and bossy, but not persistently so.  Finally I let the alpha out….Manny.  He surprised me completely.  In stead of being his usual nasty self, he investigated the new horse…softly (almost protectively) and moved him here then there.  He was just showing the new guy who was boss….but he wasn’t doing it in a very aggressive way (which has been his style in the past).  So I am optimistic that Bogie will be able to join the herd permanently very soon.  One of the things I love about my track (I have a 15 foot track around the pasture next to the barn) is that there is nowhere for anyone to get stuck…..they just keep moving on the track in a circle…there is always a place for them to go.

Manny stares Bogie down. Bogie has to come to an agreement with Manny, the alpha horse in order to join the herd.

Manny moving Bogie around the track. Bogie has an effortless way of moving..can't wait to see what that looks like with some weight and a topline!

Even the dog seems to need to negotiate with Bogie for terms...

Beaugart

Beaugart is a 5 yo Arab x national show horse (1/2 arab, 1/2 standardbred)….reads mostly arabian;)    He’s registered and well bred.   Unfortunately, he, his herdmates and his owner fell on hard times this year and all have been doing poorly.  I became aware of the situation only a few days ago, made some room in the barn and drove down to rescue one of these horses today.  I came home with Beaugart.

He loaded right on the trailer and as soon as he discovered that there was hay in there, he had no intention of getting out.  I took off his halter and switched it out for one of my own while he happily munched away.   His simple delight at his very own pile of hay made me smile instantly.   I let him settle in the trailer while I perused the remaining horses…stallions, mares, youngsters and babies.  I struggled with the urge to take them all home.

I give alot of credit to the local law enforcement as well as Patricia Morris, a  local lawyer for skillfully managing a potentially horrific situation, making it possible for the owner to give her horses up  to safe and loving homes with her dignity intact.  I just hope all those wonderful animals find a place like Beaugart has.  A place where they can live well, eat plenty and play hard….and maybe someday have a job.

So Day one for ‘Bogie’.  He travelled well and ate a whole hay bag full of hay in the hour it took to drive home.  I’ve never seen a horse eat that much while traveling!  He was introduced to the herd over the fence before settling into a stall across the aisle from the the other horses, who came in and out all day saying ‘hi’, ‘who are you’, ‘I’m gonna kick your butt’, etc. etc.  I gave him a half bale of hay and plenty of water as well as a deep bed of shavings  and headed off to work for a few hours.

My initial assessment was that he was dehydrated.  His poop resembled shavings….ick!  I can’t recall seeing a single bucket of water at the facility he was at either inside or out….so no surprise he was alittle dry.  His body score is at best a 3.  Probably if it were summer, he would look more like a 2.  The long winter coat hides alot.  Feet aren’t horrible, but in need of a trim. And best of all… he is sound!  He has that floaty arab trot that I just love…

Upon my return, he had again amazed me at how much hay he had put away.  Only drank a 1/2 bucket of water though.  Not much poop in the stall and I couldn’t see that he had peed yet.  But he had a brighter look in his eye and was investigating his stall and surroundings, apparently now that his belly was full.  I found immediately that he has some haltering/bridling issues and does not like to be handled about the ears or poll….duly noted.  I got a rope halter on much more easily after a few scratches under his unruly dreadlocked mane.   We’ll work on that more…

I closed the barn doors and let him wander in the aisleway while I picked up his stall and reloaded his hay and water.  He pow-wowed with the other horses, squealing here and there.  Manny promptly turned his butt and kicked the wall between them repeatedly.  Always interesting, introducing a new member to the herd.  They’re already triing to jockey for their place in the new herd.

I decided to feed him some warm soaked beet pulp with some probiotics, dyna-spark (an electrolyte) and oxymega (an omega 3/antioxidant supplement) for his first dinner.  I’m not a huge fan of beet pulp as many of you know, but it does offer benefits in situations like this, so I keep some around.  Its a good way to get fluids into a dry horse and it also has a positive effect on GI motility and hindgut pH.  Plus it allows me to get the other stuff into him and I certainly don’t want to stress his system with grain just yet.  He seemed to like it, but took his time eating….probably more food than he’s seen in a long time.  I left him munching happily…

Learning to plow…

I think of plowing as the quintessential activity of a real farm.  In fact, I hestitate to call my place a real farm because of the lack of said, plowing.  I’m fond of the ‘lasagna’ method of growing crops…layering compost and straw and cardboard.  I’ve run a rototiller a few times, but its just not my thing.  So recently, when I had the opportunity to learn to plow….for real…I hopped on board, quite literally.

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Some of you may know that I have agreed to sell Peanut to a nice couple in Vermont who plan to farm with him.  He is on trial with them as I write this….staying at Ted’s place, where they are learning the ins and outs of driving a work horse.  I brought Peanut up last week.  Ted and I had hatched a plan (well, mostly I did) that we should put Peanut and Clayton together to plow at the GMDHA fall meeting.  Ted wanted Peanut there a few days early to practice.

So Thursday morning, I help Ted harness up the horses and we hitch them to this antique plow…I believe a John Deere ‘Syracuse’….I could be wrong, but it was old and looked like a death trap.  Nothing like sitting on a rickety seat sprung over a metal cage and huge plow blades beneath you.  No seat belt and no brakes…it looked horrifying!  I was happy to watch.  Plowing with horses is interesting to watch.  The more experienced horse generally walks ‘in the furrow’, while the other simply helps pull the plow along.  The plow edge slices into the earth and folds it over on itself, kind of like you are carving a nice piece of meat.  The look of a freshly plowed plot of land is somehow appealing, in its tidiness and uniform rows.  Ted certainly made it look easy….

Then he hopped off and handed me the reins.  I think I kind of gave him a glazed over expression as I said, ’sure’.

Getting the boys lined up in the furrow proved easy enough, but then you have to pull the lever up and over to engage the plow.  Here’s where it gets personal.  The act of moving this lever actually lifts you up as the plow engages.  Well, I belive I outwiegh Ted by 50 lbs at least and to say I am half as strong would be generous, so lifting that lever was not easy.  I needed alot of help in the beginning.

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I did learn very quickly, however, that if you asked the horses to ’step up’ a step or so, while you tried to engage the plow, they actually helped pull the lever over and into position.  Voila, ready to go.  Next you have to keep the furrow horse in the furrow (on the right) and the plow over to the left.  Ted said the furrow wheel should be ideally 2 inches inside the furrow edge.  I took that very seriously as I do all specific instruction.  In fact this is what began to fascinate me about plowing.  The exactness and the linearness of it endeared me to the process…I was hooked!

Two days later we were plowing at the fall meeting.  Add some wet soil from days of rain and abit of a hill and it was a whole new ballgame!  But the principles remained the same and before long I was plowing on my own and feeling empowered!

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Plowing is indeed an addicting habit.  I am now triing to figureout how I can buy a plow…

Fall at Resting Heart Farm…a photo essay

Alice and Betty enjoying leftovers from the garden....lettuce, arugala and kale.  Kale is their favorite...good thing as its not mine!

Alice and Betty enjoying leftovers from the garden....lettuce, arugala and kale. Kale is their favorite...good thing as its not mine!

Roots ready for roasting...

Roots ready for roasting…
Harvest 2009

Harvest 2009

more harvest 2009

more harvest 2009

New additions to the farm this summer....Daisy and Doris...muscovy ducklings

New additions to the farm this summer....Daisy and Doris...muscovy ducklings

farm truck....82 chevy...only 32K miles on it

farm truck....82 chevy...only 32K miles on it

New landscaping this year.  Kevin Roberts built us a wall and some steps...all the stones came from our property.  Gotta love living in the granite state!

New landscaping this year. Kevin Roberts built us a wall and some steps...all the stones came from our property. Gotta love living in the granite state!

This is the old pig pen, nicely turned over soil.  Seeded and new beds built.  I fill them with nearly finished compost.  I'll let them get soaked this week then cover them with  mulch hay.  Ready for early crops next spring.

This is the old pig pen, nicely turned over soil. Seeded and new beds built. I fill them with nearly finished compost. I'll let them get soaked this week then cover them with mulch hay. Ready for early crops next spring.

Peanut and his John Deere

Peanut and his John Deere

Reconnecting with Manny

The past year has been so full of youngsters, rescues, rehabs and the rebuilding of my practice, I’ve had little time to spend with my best horse Manny.  He’s 15 this year and we’ve been together for over 10 years now.  He’s the type of horse now that remains reliable even after a lengthy period of time off.  He wasn’t always like that and we’ve had our fair share of differing opinions, outright arguments and plenty of wrecks….mostly the type where I am on the ground with him glaring at me from above.  Being a very alpha horse, he knows how to make his point.  I’ve learned from him over the years how to be a confident leader and a sympathetic rider, more partner than master and we have come to appreciate each other immensely over the second half of the past decade.  I think of him more as Mensa than horse.  We have a magnet between us…when I see him at the gate, I have to walk over and rub his muzzle.  When I am working in the pasture, he is always at my shoulder.  What was once a loud, rowdy argument, is now a peaceful connected agreement.

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Every year Manny and I go camping down near the Cape at Myles Standish State forest with friends.  We’ve been going for 6 or 7 years now.  It is generally my favorite vacation of the year.   This year was even more lovely as Manny and I got to spend some quality time together for a change.  The weather was perfect.  Our rides were spectacular!  We did some swimming, explored new trails and galloped through Cutter Field a dozen or so times…exhilarating!

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Our down time was spent around the campfire, relaxing, reading or just telling stories.  Manny would stand by the fence as close to us as possible and snooze.  He had the softest expression I’ve ever seen, all week long.  He genuinely appear to be happy to have me all to himself.  It was time without the distraction of young horses needing exercise, the sick and injured requiring care or the neverending farm ‘to do’ list.  There was enough quiet to reflect on all the amazing stuff we are now able to do together and all the crazy adventures along the way.  Time spent reconnecting is a beautiful thing for any relationship…be it animal or human.  I recommend it highly!

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Feedback

Feedback is a really important part of training horses…any animal for that matter.  Being non-verbal for the most part, horses use body language to communicate their mental and emotional state, as well as their physical well being.  Its important as a trainer and as a caretaker to observe this feedback and make adjustments in our agenda to address feedback, when necessary.  Some feedback requires nothing more than acknowledgement, such as a horse wrinkling his lip with pleasure during a good grooming session.  Some feedback requires action, such as a pony pinning its ears during feeding.  In such a case, I might simply insist he share his food with me or request he back away from his supper for a moment for an attitude adjustment. Feedback can be quite complex and the body language difficult to interpret….is it fear, is it dominance, is it confusion? Using punishment or dominance with a horse that is scared or confused will produce unsatisfactory, sometimes disasterous results. Such is the art of living and working with an animal.  To complicate matters more, there are horses that use body language very efficiently and energetically and others who are more stoic, showing little in the way of opinion.  I find the later more challenging, but most horses are somewhere in between.

The most obvious of body language can be sorted out by watching horses ‘talk’ to each other.  We all know what a swishing tail or pinned ears mean, and generally what follows if that feedback is ignored.  Horses often use movement and energy to alert their herd members to percieved danger or to engage in play.  We see these behaviors during training as well and need to interpret their meaning correctly to maintain rapport as well as progress in the training process.

But the type of feedback that I have been thinking about recently relates to physical limitations and rehabilitation.  For instance, Reno, while he has pretty typical body language in regard to manuveuring the herd, showing pleasure and confidence as well as lack of confidence,  he is quite stoic in regard to his physical condition.  Recovering from 2 very serious injuries in the left hind, he really rarely showed evidence of pain or discomfort.  Now that he moves relatively normally, its even harder to percieve what his true limitations are.  One of the reasons I decided to start riding him in stead of driving him during his rehabilitation is that I wanted a different way to access feedback about his physical status.  Sitting on his back I get a better sense of where he is stuck or stiff.  I can sense when one stride is shorter than another and when he braces in the neck or becomes disconnected behind.  Recently I have become aware of a new form of feedback that astonished me.  For months, I’ve concentrated on the injured left hind nearly entirely.  As in any instance when I focus too narrowly,  I risk missing the larger picture.resized_more_biting

I had ridden Reno 3 days that week and he was coming along nicely.  My first bit of feedback was that he preferred to canter on the right lead…..odd, I thought, that lead should be the harder for him, given his injury.  The next bit of feedback went right over my head until this morning.  I noticed last week that my right hip and back were killing me.  In fact, I woke up one morning wondering if I had a kidney infection…it was intense.  Try as I might, I could not think of anything I had done to injure myself.  My back is not perfect, and so I blew it off and took some ibuprofen.  It did indeed improve over several days.

Yesterday, I put a saddle on Reno for a ride after a week off.  My sis-in-law wanted to sit on him in the worst way.  I rode for 10 minutes to get him settled for her and after her brief ride, I did some light work with him before heading back to the barn.  Well, several hours later, the right hip pain was back, along with a stabbing pain in the upper back….just like last week.  HELLO, a lightbulb went on, when I realized I was mirroring Reno’s pain.  Fascinating!  How could I have missed something so obvious…something that makes so much sense.  Reno spent months with his left hind leg off the ground, leaning on his right.  Of course his right hip is stuck and sore. I knew that intellectually, but had no idea how severe it was.  Bingo!  Feedback!

I have read about this type of mirrored pain…generally in the reverse form.  In those cases a horse picks up the pain syndrome of the rider like a mirror and can become lame.  Truly fascinating!  The phenomenom, in a positive way,  explains the ‘oneness’ good riders feel on their mounts and how some rides just seem to flow from within….with barely a cue from the rider.  In the past, I have actually felt relief of back pain from a good balanced ride on a sound and willing mount.  But I digress…back to feedback.

So being the scientist you all know me to be, I will have to ride every horse on the farm this week to be sure its not just me and my bad back.  I will do it, but I suspect I will be fine.  That’s the other piece…intuition.  Anyone successful around horses developes this sixth sense.  You just ‘know’ when you are right.

So now that I have identified this source of feedback, I now need to process how to deal with it and obviously, make it better.  This will likely be the topic for another post.  For now, I have to simply accept these facts as feedback.

Roosters

I’ve known a few roosters in my day. Some are calm and gentile with the ladies, others are just outright ‘peckers’ and are abusive. The dominant, out going rooster has its benefits in regard to predator control, but they can get out of hand with kids and visitors.

We had such rooster in our midst. Fooled by his youth and good looks, we tolerated his bizarre aggressive behavior UNTIL he stabbed my poor mother in the leg. Being on coumadin (a blood thinner), this was unacceptable. 2 days ago he attacked my two nieces and a nephew…scaring the crap out of them. Mom and I both agreed a rooster stew was on the menu!

My bother, Bear and his family were here. He had brought his rifle, as I was wanting a certain fox eliminated. Once our new objective was clarified, the shooting began. I shooed the rooster out into the open and the firing squad began. Near misses all afternoon. I believe Bear was suffering from severe embarrassment…must be something wrong with the scope. He skimmed the bird several times but did not kill it. The kids hid under the lawn chairs…

We gave up the chase in time for the neighbors ’soiree’ and had a few drinks in very nice company. On the way home, I suggested we visit the now sleeping rooster and end its aggressive ways.

Bear, eager for a confrontation, crept up on the sleeping beast and attempted to throttle him. He then let him go, expecting him to flop to the ground in the throws of death, and was surprised to find the bird dancing like a youngster…now ready to play! The bird had some wiley survival skills! Bear trapped and captured the bird once more (with me cheering him on), but he couldn’t get a good ‘break’ in the neck. Ever resourceful, I ran to the house and picked out a knife. Upon my return, we tried to remove the head, only to break the knife. Frustrated, but drunk, I ran back to the garage and retrieved the limb lopers. At that point Bear was convinced her had broken the poor bastards neck at last. We severed the head from the body to be sure…using the lopers! We tied the bird up by the feet..as a warning to all other birds and left it overnight.

Plucked and soaked…we have a nice soup stock tonight!

Cilantro Pesto

I love to grow herbs!  Basil and Cilantro are my favorites, although I find room for bay leaves, dill and some oregano.  I make alot of pesto,  in icecube trays and store it frozen.  But storage is an issue for other herbs.  My beloved cilantro bolts to seed by mid July…hardly available for my fall salsa projects.  So I have searched high and low for a storage solution.  I came across this recipe recently and tried it……wonderful!  I froze it in 2 oz rubbermaid containers for use later in the season.

Cilantro Pesto

2 cups, packed, cilantro, chopped, large stems removed

1/2 cup blanched almonds

1/4 cup chopped red onion

1/2 tspn chopped and seeded serrano chile pepper

1/2 tspn kosher salt

1/4 cup olive oil

Method:  In a food processor, pulse cilantro, almonds, onion, chile, and salt until well blended.  With processor running drizzle olive oil in a steady stream.   Add more oil as needed for your use.

Freeze in small containers or ice cube trays and store in freezer.