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We did do other things as well, today. Some of them were horse-related.
This morning, Mike feeling a bit stiff from a long hack yesterday, I took both of the boys in the school.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vgrumpybastard obviously agreed with Mike about yesterday's hack, because he was very blerg, particularly in the canter, so I didn't keep him out there for long. However, we did manage some lovely leg yields: Mike and I had a try-out lesson with a possible new instructor on Friday; we didn't particularly like her (Mike in general, me for the fact that she encouraged Mike to neck-rein and is of the 'make your stirrups longer! Longer!' school of thought), and almost certainly won't carry on with her, but she did give me a couple of really good tips for my leg yield, so much so that GB is now barely travelling forwards when we do it.
After I'd given up on getting much out of GB, I went and got the baby, much to GB's annoyance: I didn't want to risk turning him out in reduced space (see below), so I left him in his box, where he spent the time we were away sweating and yelling. In retrospect, I probably should have turned him out so that he could at least see us, but he does have to learn. Anyway, the baby did very well: he's developed a nasty habit of rebalancing himself in trot by doing annoying little bunny hops, but he barely did any today and we got some fairly creditable circles, too, with much concentration-grunting to accompany them. I *was* going to finish up after he did a couple of nice, slower than usual canters, but then he stopped dead by the gate and said "finished now", so instead I walked him up and down past the gate for five minutes, then through it and back into the school, until he stopped anticipating.
GB's nose, incidentally, is much better looking: the swelling's all gone, and it's now all nicely scabbed over and black again. I'm due a phone call with the vet tomorrow, but I think we're going to call it fixed. If she's still worried, I'll get a cheap visit on Thursday, but it's not worth a full callout fee, I think. I'll check with the vet tomorrow but I think I might even be able to take off the silly hat that he's been wearing all week. Or maybe I'll leave it a few more days to make sure he can't scratch it back open again.....
The reason that I couldn't let GB go out in the field to come and stand by the arena is that we're finally getting out fencing done (did I say that already? I forget!): we've had a crack team of eastern europeans in at 7am every day since Saturday, and they're certainly getting through it. The boys are having to be confined with electric tape into a small bit in the middle of the old bottom field, but hopefully soon we'll be able to extend the area: there are a couple of the removed old fence posts that need a touch more removal, annoyingly right in the middle of the field, and then we can do a very careful check for bits of wire and such and then let them roam around.
This morning, Mike feeling a bit stiff from a long hack yesterday, I took both of the boys in the school.
vgrumpybastard obviously agreed with Mike about yesterday's hack, because he was very blerg, particularly in the canter, so I didn't keep him out there for long. However, we did manage some lovely leg yields: Mike and I had a try-out lesson with a possible new instructor on Friday; we didn't particularly like her (Mike in general, me for the fact that she encouraged Mike to neck-rein and is of the 'make your stirrups longer! Longer!' school of thought), and almost certainly won't carry on with her, but she did give me a couple of really good tips for my leg yield, so much so that GB is now barely travelling forwards when we do it. After I'd given up on getting much out of GB, I went and got the baby, much to GB's annoyance: I didn't want to risk turning him out in reduced space (see below), so I left him in his box, where he spent the time we were away sweating and yelling. In retrospect, I probably should have turned him out so that he could at least see us, but he does have to learn. Anyway, the baby did very well: he's developed a nasty habit of rebalancing himself in trot by doing annoying little bunny hops, but he barely did any today and we got some fairly creditable circles, too, with much concentration-grunting to accompany them. I *was* going to finish up after he did a couple of nice, slower than usual canters, but then he stopped dead by the gate and said "finished now", so instead I walked him up and down past the gate for five minutes, then through it and back into the school, until he stopped anticipating.
GB's nose, incidentally, is much better looking: the swelling's all gone, and it's now all nicely scabbed over and black again. I'm due a phone call with the vet tomorrow, but I think we're going to call it fixed. If she's still worried, I'll get a cheap visit on Thursday, but it's not worth a full callout fee, I think. I'll check with the vet tomorrow but I think I might even be able to take off the silly hat that he's been wearing all week. Or maybe I'll leave it a few more days to make sure he can't scratch it back open again.....
The reason that I couldn't let GB go out in the field to come and stand by the arena is that we're finally getting out fencing done (did I say that already? I forget!): we've had a crack team of eastern europeans in at 7am every day since Saturday, and they're certainly getting through it. The boys are having to be confined with electric tape into a small bit in the middle of the old bottom field, but hopefully soon we'll be able to extend the area: there are a couple of the removed old fence posts that need a touch more removal, annoyingly right in the middle of the field, and then we can do a very careful check for bits of wire and such and then let them roam around.