Walkabout

It's been a tough couple of weeks - the perimenopausal hormones have been hitting hard of late. I've been very tired and full of just don't wanna feelings. Stitch only got ridden once last week, despite me being out almost every other day. I just had zero energy to get tacked up, and my leg was still hurting just enough that I had little incentive.

But so far this week, I've ridden two days - and we're only two days into the week! Much to Stitch's dismay. 

I've discovered that Stitch loves to eat the tops off of the flowering plants.

That'll probably be it until the end of the week though. The main reason I rode back-to-back days is because it's supposed to get rather warm during the middle of the week, and this way I wouldn't have to ride during the heat. 

For these two rides we rode outside. The indoor is under some construction - the kick walls are being replaced along one short end and one long side, so the riding space is smaller than usual due to being blocked off for the construction. We've had a little bit of rain so the footing is just perfect outside.

I hadn't ridden Stitch in the outdoor since the end of April, which veered on being a bit more exciting than desired. He has been in there multiple time since, but is definitely more up out there than when he is inside. 

Dexter seems to spend most of his summer hunting in the tall grass, and scared the crap out of Stitch when we were hand grazing.

I am still wanting to keep my rides very boring for my knee's sake, so I was a little unsure about getting out there again, but decided it was time to bite the bullet and just do it.

And, to no surprise, Stitch was wonderful.

Sunday's ride was pretty boring - lots of walking and about a lap and half of trot each way. He threatened a couple of times to spook at blowing branches but it was mostly just a startle. 

Monday's ride in the outdoor ring was much the same - but then I put my big girl panties on and we left the ring to walk around the property.

All was forgiven though.

Stitch has been led around the property multiple times. He's quite brave when I'm in front of him, but not nearly as brave when I'm on top of him. He's quite observant and sees everything. His go-to when worried is to stop and give it the hairy eyeball, but if it doesn't jump at him he'll probably walk past it. 

The things that he noted on tonight's ride that he had a good look at but walked past while keeping an eye on it were: the round bale with a moisture tester sticking out of the top of it, the open side of the wood mounting block in the grass arena that we'd never been in before, and the large patch of some sort of purple flower left intact for the pollinators in one end of the mown grass arena.

I got really brave and decided to try the wood bridges, which he has been led over many times without a care in the world, but never been ridden over. He stopped for a milli-second at the first bridge, then took a tentative step, and then was confident to the end. The second bridge was even better. (I didn't try the third bridge, which is where he always gets spooked by ducks suddenly taking off.)

This was really good for him. I didn't intend for it to take this long to get him out and about, but with my knee injury this summer hasn't gone to plan at all. Hopefully, he'll start to relax and stop holding his breath out there!

Let's Try This Again

 Last week was the first week in a month that my leg wasn't super achy at the end of the day. It wasn't just the sprained knee, but the calf and ankle that just ached. It just wasn't comfortable enough to consider getting back in the saddle until last week, but since I'm off this week I decided to wait until now to get back on just in case my leg wasn't happy about it and I would need to recoup afterwards.

For the last month, Stitch has been enjoying being out in the summer pasture with his friends and not really having to do much. The grass has apparently been of benefit to him as I think he's growing yet again. I took his fly sheet off for the farrier last week and had to take a double look at his butt to wither height. I know he was level for a while because people had commented on it; it wasn't a figment of my imagination!

The mirror doesn't lie.

Otherwise, I put him in the arena for a run or a lunge weekly, do a little bit of groundwork, and try to find something easy but useful to work on with him. This included getting hosed off (not his favourite thing), getting his tail washed for the first time, and getting his fetlocks clipped for the first time. I'm regretting the fetlocks. When he is a twit about getting his feet picked up, the fallback way of doing it is to pull on the fetlock hair (which I suspect is how his previous owner trained him). When he does the cha-cha or straight legs it when asked to pick up his foot, I don't have that fetlock to grab onto anymore. I might let that grow back in.

Definitely not Stitch and I! The Lord Strathcona's Horse of the Canadian Military, which are based in my city, are currently in London, England, and standing guard over Buckingham Palace. They have a musical ride that performs at various events including Spruce Meadows, so are used to be on horseback. This soldier is Sam, the boyfriend of a lady who used to ride at my barn. I asked her if they were riding Canadian or British horses while over there, and her response: "They are on the King's Guard horses. I'm told they are "bigger and spicier" than the QH crosses they are used to here in Canada, haha." Pretty cool!

Last Thursday I put him in the outdoor arena for a free lunge. When I had arrived, someone was lamenting to me about how one of the mares from the pasture next to the geldings had been moved to another paddock and how her gelding had had feelings about that that he expressed in the way of equine interpretative dance.

Stitch didn't seem to have any cares about the missing lady horse. In the outdoor, I chased him out of the first grassy corner, then the second corner. As he approached the third corner, which has tall upright slats to mostly close it off from the horses on the other side, he gave the studdy low whicker to the horse on the other side of the fence. That's interesting, I thought. 

That horse was apparently the missing mare. And she played the damsel in distress card. 

Stitch didn't go full on macho mode, but he did put out the most energy I've seen him put out so far. Laps and laps and laps of canter. Not frantic or anything, just enthusiastic. And vocal.

Sound up to hear his very not-macho whinneys.

This totally surprised me - this is the horse who canters half of the arena when free and is all "I'm good, thanks". Guess I don't have to feel bad for him and can start putting him to work!

Thus, when I hopped on him for the first time in a while on Monday, he had zero desire to be silly and was a total gentleman.

The "why aren't cookies being shoved in my face?" look.

I did a whole 15 minutes of walk with one longside trot. When my right leg was the dominant leg asking for inside bend, I felt it. The trot was just to test my leg out - it was fine for the rising trot, although I was smart and went to the left so that I wouldn't have to use it for much steering.

I was worried about getting off more than getting on, but it was actually getting on that twinged it a bit. The action of the hop/push up with my right leg off of the mounting block was what hurt the most. 

Fifteen minutes was definitely enough. It was a bit achy afterwards, and I put an ice pack and tens machine on it when I got home. The good news is that it felt fine the morning afterwards, so I didn't do any damage to it.

I'm going to stick with 15 minutes every second day for a bit. And I guess I need to start doing some squats. Blech.