Hence all the squealing over the fence on Sunday morning.
|A common site in the Canadian prairies through the summer - golden fields of canola crops.|
And then the rest of the ride was one of those green horse rides. The kind where you just can't do something.
That something - pick up the right lead.
We're still doing the kick and cluck transitions to get a canter, so there is little finesse. Up to this ride, I think he's picked up the correct lead all but once. But on this day, it just wasn't happening.
I changed up where I asked - into the corner, out of the corner, on the open part of the circle. Nope - Cisco picked up a nice balanced canter on the left lead each time.
I finally had to resort to my (almost) never fail method of picking up a sticky lead - ride straight across the ring towards the wall, turn kind of last minute and ask for the canter at the same time. Sure enough, it did the trick!
I'm not going to stress about this happening for one ride. He naturally is right-sided, so I'm sure it's not a physical thing. Unless he's a bit out of whack from trying to stay away from his new crabby roommates. Every horse I've ever ridden seems to have the odd day in the beginning where this is an issue, and making a big deal out of it will likely lead to other issues. He picked up a canter every time I asked - that is still progress!
We've got one more 30 degree day to get through, then it's supposed to cool off - just in time for another week of vacation!