A Honey of a Tale - Part 4

We also did this little dance when I would muck her stall and I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. I would open the stall door and go in leaving the wheelbarrow across the entryway. She would stick her head out to investigate the latest ingredients, as I would begin to pick the manure. When I had an adequate amount, I would say “ back “ and sure enough she would back up and I would empty my findings.

After not too long, we were like a dance duo – she to the side and me moving in tandem back and forth until the stall was pristine. She was one nosy equine, too and was always watching and investigating anything she could. One time, when I turned her around in the aisle – she must of noticed the bag of chopped up carrots on the shelf and grabbed them with her teeth. I walked her in the stall and turned to unlatch the lead rope – she was standing there with the bag swinging back and forth. I just had to laugh and reclaim the stolen bag!

             Honey waiting patiently for her turn - Bud was always first.


There were some unfunny times with Honey, too – like the time she and another horse somehow got caught up in some fencing wire (talk about wrong place at the wrong time) and she damaged her back leg. I thought. …here we go. …back to square one….and as much as she was not thrilled about her leg being tended to - after a short amount of time she was trusting once again. Another time she colicked right in front of the gate and luckily the owner and I were standing right there. She would never lie down in the pasture and when we saw her legs sticking straight out – we immediately got her up and into a stall. The vet arrived quickly and checked her over and medicated her - besides having a hissy fit while having to stay in the barn while all her friends were outside - she was out of danger and okay.

         Here are the 2 babies she kept a close eye on after their Moms left



Sadly, my time with this little mare was cut short. She had to be put down recently due to a broken leg after a freak accident in the pasture. She was only 7. I still cry on and off, but relish the time I spent with her and putting all the memories down on paper was very therapeutic for me. The first trip back to Wisconsin was very sad and tears were abundant by all who knew her. Knowing I will never see that face with ears pinned back again is heart breaking. I just loved this little horse so much.

                         The last photo I took of Honey .......



I do find solace knowing that she is not in pain, has some very good company up there (2 other horses from the barn that passed away in previous years). Perhaps she is the alpha mare strutting her stuff. If not, if she is just enjoying grazing and being a horse…it helps soften my grief as well as my sisters. (That was one hard phone call that night after I heard the news).  

I’m saddened by the thought of not riding her this spring and summer – I really was looking forward to loping her - …I bet she moved like the wind. I’m SO glad I have so many photos of her, although I had to remove the framed ones I had in my house, as they made me cry. I look forward to the day I can bring them back out and smile. She was my diamond in the ruff and will always remain, to me, the little horse that could.



The photos are back up - as it has been 2 years since her passing.  I can finally look at them and smile and remember our time together with love - and not sadness - in my heart.

A Honey of a Tale - Part 3

During the next few months, my sister Joan decided to lease Ms. Honey (guess who's idea THAT was ?) - and together we worked with her and loved her and gave her A LOT of attention. Honey seemed to know that Joan was kind and gentle and always approached her without fear. It was wonderful to see her become less and less wary of the human race.

                   Here they are.......Joan and her lil girl

At Christmas time when we decorated the barn  - –we decorated her - complete with red halter, garland around her neck and red vet tape on her legs. She didn’t even  blink an eye and I think she was just happy to be included in the festivities (of course, I had done Bud first!!) She never batted an eye when her photo was taken – unlike Bud, who thought the flash was an alien ship landing!

                   Here she is ...all dressed up for the holidays.


Honey proved to have quite the little personality and a few moments I remember well are - her flooding the outside of her stall (someone hung the hose over the hook by her stall door and failed to turn off the water)………She then turned it on by accident when she pulled the hose inside her stall and was flipping it all around and making the area look like a flood zone. I was glad she had a sense of humor and wanted to play.

Another time she was photographed for a library web sight, my sister worked for, and did far better than Bud. We placed a large book in front of her face and put small carrots inside - she ate those carrots like a trooper and the end result was a horse reading a horse book - the caption ended up being .... Reading is for everyone!!

                         What a lil star she was that day.....


I also remember a spring day when she was freshly groomed and looked beautiful. …until….she was released back out and immediately rolled in the mud and muck and was completely covered in gray slop. The only remaining black was on her face. And I wish you could have seen my sisters' face !

                      These were NOT her finest moments....

                       


During that spring and summer, I began lunging her and doing ground work with her - Joan preferred to ride the Buddha at this stage of the game.  The pinnacle was actually riding her – what a thrill. I kept it very basic and did a lot of turning, standing and backing up and trying to perfect her little trot. She didn’t quite understand what was asked of her – but – she was ready and willing.

I had purchased a new cinch just for her and once when I was lounging her – it started to stretch out and the saddle was slipping side ways on her - this could have made any horse panic and want to bolt. I was trying to slow her down but she picked up speed instead! I began pulling her in and she finally stopped and let me undo the cinch and refasten it without as much as moving a muscle. This is when I KNEW she trusted me – it was a powerful moment. I continued to lounge her and did ride her that morning – although she did test me on the mounting block – she moved quicker than I had liked – but I stayed on. It was almost like she was saying – “ okay, now we’re even “!

Once, on a Saturday, I was the solo groomer and since it was so cold and windy – I grabbed the halter that was closest (after doing Bud first, of course) - instead of heading back into the barn for all the individual halters.  I used the same one for everyone. This was okay til I went for Honey ….she kept approaching me and then backed away. This happened several times and then it hit me – I had just used this on the alpha mare and Honey wanted no part of it. I traipsed back to the barn and got her halter and lead rope and then she walked right up to me - lowered her head for her halter and I slid it on without any hesitation. She never ceased to amaze me..........

A Honey of a Tale - Part 2

She more or less hung out with the herd and was definitely last on the pecking order scale all horses keep. I wanted to begin grooming her and was told I would have a heck of a time getting a halter on her – well………I didn’t. I entered her stall (after months of talking to her and supplying her with goodies) and she came up to me immediately. I had a treat in one hand and a halter in the other. Just as the owner said, “ you’ll never get that on “, Honey went for the treat and I slipped the halter over her head. I was thrilled inside, but had to maintain my calm and lead her out of the stall and right into our next challenge – the cross ties. She paced back and forth for a while, but didn’t totally freak out. I simply kept telling her she was okay and she did settle down some…until…I sprayed the detangler on her mane and tail – then she freaked – went straight up and came down on her butt and froze. I stood by and watched and when she decided she didn’t die…she stood up and I resumed brushing her, as we danced back and forth. I did a little more each week and always put her back in her stall to be rewarded with treats. When it came time to pick up her feet and clean her hooves – the plot thickened. She was ready to kick, bite, and over all revert back to her old self. This is when I called in the troops and different ladies were positioned by her head, side and rear areas to see what part of her was going to try to damage which parts of me! In the beginning, we fed her carrots to try and distract her while I tried to lift a leg. It took many attempts before she got the idea, but then she raised whatever leg I was brushing. I always had a hairbrush in one hand to remind her that four on the floor was better than three and one in the air!

                         Honey munching away .....


The final test was the farrier….and she did well; minus a few test kicks and he quickly reminded her of what was acceptable. The first time I assisted – she was rock solid for him, even when she noticed a cat walking across the hay lift above her head. I swear the only parts of her body that moved were her eyes and she followed that cat til he disappeared in the hayloft.

When warm weather returned she was out with her herd and seemed to have a little bit more confidence – although – was still on the low end of things. To try and increase her confidence, I would bring her in first (after Bud, of course) and the remaining horses would just stare at us. She’d almost shut her eyes when we walked past them, just knowing they were going to take a bite out of her – BUT – I had my trusty lead rope swinging to fend them off. Pretty soon it wasn’t worth their effort when they’d see me coming and they would keep on grazing. I could tell they still picked on her by the bite marks I’d see on Saturdays…but…not on my watch.

When two mares delivered foals in the spring -she was very interested and she would check on them often (when socially accepted) and continually try to keep them together, while the mothers were happy to graze lazily in the pasture. This really increased when the moms left to return to their barns. I could see her confidence really growing and one Saturday…she even took on the alpha mare…not a good idea….but I was proud of her.

                     My little lovely mare - on a good day !

I bought her a halter and lead rope of her own and I was able to go out in the pasture and call her name and she would come running – whinnying all the way as if to be saying -“don’t leave I’m coming as fast as I can “. She would approach me now and lower her head getting ready for the halter and a treat. It was all so rewarding.

A Honey of a Tale

When I first met Honey, she looked like a ‘ wild child ‘, standing in her stall watching and listening to all the commotion in the aisle. I had recently begun leasing a horse at a barn in Wisconsin and she was one of 10 horses who resided there. As I recall, she had just turned 3. Bud, my beloved, was in the cross ties being groomed and she would approach the stall door and observe – but – as soon as I looked at her – she would flatten her ears and back far enough away that you couldn’t reach her through the bars if you tried.


I soon discovered that when Honey was in any kind of doubt she would pin her ears back. (I sometimes wondered if they were put on backwards!?!) She didn’t seem to have much trust in the human race and was very leery of other horses. Honey seemed like a scared little girl to me. After a few weeks of observing each other and me spoiling her with treats in her food trough – she would stand for longer periods and not flatten the ears as quickly. The other horses were used to being approached and would wait by the stall door with heads hung low ready for their halters to be put on for grooming. After wards, they would reenter their stalls and enjoy the ever-delicious rewards of apples, pears or carrots (whatever was on sale that week) awaiting them in their troughs. When wintertime approached and we could no longer ride – I asked if I could still come on Saturdays and just groom the horses. The owner was very agreeable….and the challenge was on!

Honey was a beautiful small black Appaloosa mare – only a bit over 14 hands at the withers – and probably would not win any show ribbons in Western Pleasure. Her mom had been a star in the ring and high hopes were placed on this little filly.