Post by Calista Ravensong on May 22, 2017 14:03:01 GMT 10
Unfortunately, I don't have pictures (readily available) of all the ponies and horses that I've had the pleasure of owning, but thought I'd still post a few of the most recent. Though, to start with a bit about myself, I have loved horses since I can remember. I believe one of my first words were 'horsey', according to my mother. Growing up, my family lived on the lake with a fair amount of property attached, but as most lake homes go, a majority of it was steeply downhill and unfit for horses. Even though I tried for a along time to convince my parents that we could at least keep a miniature pony. Haha! But alas, it wasn't until I was eight years old (I am now 32), that we moved to the 'country' and for my ninth birthday, my parents surprised me with a dapple grey welsh pony. And BONUS- she was also heavily expecting! Needless to say, that birthday will forever live in my memory!
And while she wasn't the greatest of ponies, she taught me a lot. And also tolerated a lot.Sadly, just a year later we lost her to founder. We had been away on vacation and had a friend of the family feeding them for us. They had forgotten to lock the feed room and she managed to escape, push open the door, and help herself to the feed bins.My family and I returned to a dying pony, which is also a experience that will never leave my memory.
She passed before the vet could arrive, but we were able to save the foal she had given birth to about six months prior. This foal was Wildfire, who I still have in my life, though he is certainly an old man these days. Wildfire was my teacher. He was everything his name implies. He was a stubborn-crazy-invisible-monster-seeing-bull-bucking-bronco with a sense of humor, and who relished running little victory laps around me after he had dumped me off his back. And he was my best friend and best teacher. I once had a professional trainer (seriously 0.o ) complimented me on my perfect saddle seat and my innate ability to sit calmly, correctly, and firmly atop a horse in ANY motion. Especially one going up or sideways. 0.o. Of course, all credit goes to Wildfire, who I rode bareback for a majority of our riding time together. Because of him, I developed velcro butt. 
But, I digress, so without further adieu, here are some pictures of my more recent equines, starting with said teacher, Wildfire. Who I thought I had a better picture of, but apparently not on my computer.
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Next, is Cisco. This goofy looking appaloosa came into my life when I was sixteen years old. His former owners (who were tired of him literally 'crawling' through the goat door to eat the goat food) said the guy they bought him from told them he came from the circus. But that is a WHOLE lot of here-say, so I dunno. But whatever the truth, Cisco was a wonderful horse and certainly a jack of all trades and master of none. I'd be like...
I want to do dressage. "Alright, just give me the cues, but don't expect it to be perfect. I'm not THAT flexible!"
I want to jump! "Okay. But, nothing over two feet, alright? I like food too much. I'm fat."
Yay, lets barrel race! "You got it! Oh..was that your shin? It grows back, right?"
Lets pole bend too! "Ok, peace of cake! Meh. Screw that last pole!"
Lets chase and cut cows! "Yeah sure, they are dumb anyway and need the help!"
Oooh, lets go fox hunting! "SURE!...wait..what do you mean we're suppose to stay in the back flight? Pfft! I'm hunting the fox with the hounds! 'Fox' hunt. Hello?".
Yeeah. Completely true and utterly embarrassing story there. >.> .
Sadly, Cisco has since passed and I miss him everyday. Circus or not, he was the clown that made me laugh. This is actually one of the last pictures I took of him in his older age. By this time, he was nearly blind in both eyes due to cataracts and had terrible arthritis. I think on this day, I just saddled him and lead him around. It always made him happy to feel like we went on a trail ride.
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And last, but not least, about three years ago my husband and I rescued this guy, who we named Samson. At the time of this picture, he was very skittish of people and had absolutely zero trust because he had been man-handled so much of his life. Now, you can hardly get him out of your pocket. I'm hoping to eventually introduce him to riding or maybe pulling a cart, but for now he remains a big pet and a lovable pest, along with the little pony Wildfire.
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And while she wasn't the greatest of ponies, she taught me a lot. And also tolerated a lot.Sadly, just a year later we lost her to founder. We had been away on vacation and had a friend of the family feeding them for us. They had forgotten to lock the feed room and she managed to escape, push open the door, and help herself to the feed bins.My family and I returned to a dying pony, which is also a experience that will never leave my memory.
She passed before the vet could arrive, but we were able to save the foal she had given birth to about six months prior. This foal was Wildfire, who I still have in my life, though he is certainly an old man these days. Wildfire was my teacher. He was everything his name implies. He was a stubborn-crazy-invisible-monster-seeing-bull-bucking-bronco with a sense of humor, and who relished running little victory laps around me after he had dumped me off his back. And he was my best friend and best teacher. I once had a professional trainer (seriously 0.o ) complimented me on my perfect saddle seat and my innate ability to sit calmly, correctly, and firmly atop a horse in ANY motion. Especially one going up or sideways. 0.o. Of course, all credit goes to Wildfire, who I rode bareback for a majority of our riding time together. Because of him, I developed velcro butt. 
But, I digress, so without further adieu, here are some pictures of my more recent equines, starting with said teacher, Wildfire. Who I thought I had a better picture of, but apparently not on my computer. Next, is Cisco. This goofy looking appaloosa came into my life when I was sixteen years old. His former owners (who were tired of him literally 'crawling' through the goat door to eat the goat food) said the guy they bought him from told them he came from the circus. But that is a WHOLE lot of here-say, so I dunno. But whatever the truth, Cisco was a wonderful horse and certainly a jack of all trades and master of none. I'd be like...
I want to do dressage. "Alright, just give me the cues, but don't expect it to be perfect. I'm not THAT flexible!"
I want to jump! "Okay. But, nothing over two feet, alright? I like food too much. I'm fat."
Yay, lets barrel race! "You got it! Oh..was that your shin? It grows back, right?"
Lets pole bend too! "Ok, peace of cake! Meh. Screw that last pole!"
Lets chase and cut cows! "Yeah sure, they are dumb anyway and need the help!"
Oooh, lets go fox hunting! "SURE!...wait..what do you mean we're suppose to stay in the back flight? Pfft! I'm hunting the fox with the hounds! 'Fox' hunt. Hello?".
Yeeah. Completely true and utterly embarrassing story there. >.> .
Sadly, Cisco has since passed and I miss him everyday. Circus or not, he was the clown that made me laugh. This is actually one of the last pictures I took of him in his older age. By this time, he was nearly blind in both eyes due to cataracts and had terrible arthritis. I think on this day, I just saddled him and lead him around. It always made him happy to feel like we went on a trail ride.
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And last, but not least, about three years ago my husband and I rescued this guy, who we named Samson. At the time of this picture, he was very skittish of people and had absolutely zero trust because he had been man-handled so much of his life. Now, you can hardly get him out of your pocket. I'm hoping to eventually introduce him to riding or maybe pulling a cart, but for now he remains a big pet and a lovable pest, along with the little pony Wildfire.
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I was such a silly kid.