Baby Brain Blown

With spring now being here (this week, at least), a big priority has been to get Stitch out of the arena. There aren't as many trail areas as I had hoped at the new barn, but there are a couple of empty fields that horses will move to for the summer that we can ride in until then, and a bigger field at the back that might get cows on it to graze it down. Then, in the fall once the crops are off, the neighbour gives us access to his fields. 

We are also about a seven-minute drive from a place that has a cross-country course that we could pay to ride around, and a half-hour drive to a shared use recreation area that has trails for horses. 

Before I make any plans to take my horse off the property, I'd like to be fairly confident of not dying on the property. 

It cools off quite quickly in the evenings at this time of year, so a beautiful sunny day does not mean you'll be able to skip the winter coat after dinner, and all too often mid-day plans of riding outside are changed by the time I actually get on the horse in the evening.

Stitch is currently in his moth-eaten shedding stage of spring while his dark winter hair slowly give way to his red summer hair.

Wednesday worked out though!

I started the ride in the arena, which was its own challenge - the overhead door was open. Not at the end, but half-way down one side. Stitch gawked at the outside every time we passed it, but surprisingly didn't really try to exit. He also didn't come close to scraping my leg off on the kick boards after the open area of the door, which I was quite concerned would be a problem.

We did a bit of trot in a busy arena (3 riders) with me trying to find some spaces to do some turning. He was a little looky about the horse that was doing a bunch of cantering, but with everything going on he wasn't too bad.  

Eventually, we wandered out, keeping to the paths around the turnout areas and driveways. 

I have done a bunch of leading Stitch all over the yard in-hand without issue, but apparently it's a different story when Mommy isn't in front. The good news is that he's more of the stop and stare kind of horse, and if I give him a moment he'll keep going. 

I was suprised at how looky he was for the first bit. He stopped a couple of times by the bleachers for the outdoor ring, though I wasn't really sure what he was looking at. 

The first baby brain explosion happened when we were headed towards the pond (once it dries up we are able to ride around it in summer, but we were nowhere near the side of it on this day) and some ducks came in for a landing. That was a stop and stare in llama mode. When I finally got him to start moving his feet again, he turned into a giant puddle - it was a whole two hooves wide - that he was all oh no about. This horse is not going to be an eventer - he has hated puddles since the day I got him.

Got past that, then went down the lane between some turnouts. The horse I knew could be silly wasn't in his paddock, so I thought it would be smooth sailing, but nope, Stitch saw something else move and spun to the right, towards another lane of turnouts, but also into some muddy footing, which he instantly regretted. He was very much "I don't know where to go".

Thankfully, he heeded my guidance and we didn't end up in the ditch. We then went down the driveway towards the road, and he finally started to relax. From there we back-tracked the first part of the ride (he still stared at the ducks), and continued past the field that he lives in. By this point he was able to march along with a long low neck, though I definitely wasn't given him overly long reins!

I honestly didn't think he'd be as spooky as he was, but overall he settled quickly, so it was still a win in my book. The first ride outside of the season for any horse tends to be more exciting than it should, whether they are a baby or not. 

I think they got the outdoor arenas harrowed, so hopefully we'll be able to get outside for a proper ride soon - but the snow and rain needs to stay away!