"Our horses do not know what a man is on his back" - a story about an unusual stable
My love for horses began in childhood. I went to my grandmother in Ukraine, and there was the usual village stable where I disappeared. And then for a long time I did not contact the horses. But it was absolutely by accident that it turned out that the daughter’s friend had a horse with which he did not know what to do. The horse was athletic, budding, and we bought it.
For some time we went to competitions to admire our horse, but this was not enough. We began to delve deeper, interested in the life of our horse, other horses, stables, and it turned out that everything was not so rosy in this horse life.
We also went to the stud farm in Polochany to admire the horses: the sight of the herd racing at sunset was beautiful. And once we arrived and saw a foal injured before our eyes. The next day we arrived again - to see what happened to him. They didn’t let him into the pasture, he stood in the stall, but since the farm was not very rich, no one was going to do it especially. We called the veterinarian, took a picture, and it turned out that the foal had a fracture. We asked if he was for sale - they answered us “yes”. We made an operation for him for our money, then they refused to sell him to us, but when it became clear that a second operation should be done, negotiations for a sale started again. The operation was done in Belarus, right in this stable. Finally, we took the foal.
Since horses are herd animals, they do not live alone, a companion was needed. And we went to the Admiral (Mikosha). He was rejected for sports. He has a very good tribal certificate, and buyers are still chasing after his brothers and sisters, but the Admiral's hind legs were the letter X, like a cow. His legs straightened, probably a month after the purchase, because we provided him with a great walk.
Upon purchase, we were told that the Admiral is a magnificent domestic horse, a "mattress", but when we brought him home, we did not see the mattress anymore. On the same day, he jumped over the neighboring fence, trampled all the garlic, and has remained that way ever since.
The third horse - Los Angeles, we named him Angelo - we appeared after 2 years quite by accident. We stopped in Polochany, showed us horses, including showing him - they said that most likely he would go for meat, as he was injured for about 4 months and since then his hind legs have been resembling skis when moving - they didn’t break away from land. We invited the veterinarian, took a picture, and we were told that, most likely, he will remain so - it’s too late to do something. But we still took him. The horse was in very poor condition: fleas, worms, and the coat was long, like a dog — horses did not grow so. I combed it out and cried - the brush just drove along the bones. The first month he simply ate, and then discovered that, it turns out, there is another world. We did spinal massage for him - as we could, and now the horse moves perfectly, but freezes in the air, as if dancing. Now he is 7 years old, and when they took it, it was 8 months.
But it was not some kind of planned rescue. I generally do not recommend saving horses to anyone - this is responsible, difficult, and this is not a dog who can be brought in the trunk.
It is impossible to love a horse just like that - many people are afraid of them. But only those who do not know them are afraid of horses. A horse will never do anything wrong without warning.
In a herd, horses communicate in signs, and the horse will never bite or strike without showing warning signs. For example, if a horse has laid ears, it means that it is very angry and says: “Get away and don’t touch me!” And before hitting the back foot, the horse can lift it. These signs need to be known, and then communication with the horse becomes not dangerous.
Although, since the animal is large, it may just want to scratch side by side against the wall, and you will find yourself between the wall and side and you will be slightly crushed. Therefore, you should always be alert. I had to grow my hair and collect it in a ponytail so that I could always see a horse, even in windy weather.
Now we have 3 horses, and each has its own character. For example, our Admiral is the most temperamental, javelin, and although they say that the horse does not have facial muscles, it has everything written on his face. If he is angry or offended, this is immediately evident. I can even understand from a figure from afar what mood he is in. Once a kite was sitting on a pole, and Mikosha was approaching him - it was clear how he was prancing. And when Mikosha came close, the kite flew away. Mikosha was so offended! He is completely limp: how so?
In the morning we let out horses (in the summer - at half past four, in the winter - at 9 - 10), and they walk all day (in winter we periodically start them to warm themselves in the stable). They come home themselves, and always one hour before dark - they have their own internal clock. Our horses have 2 pastures: one - 1 hectare, the second - 2 hectares. In the evening, everyone enters their stall, although Angelo likes to check other people's “houses” as well.
Our horses do not know what a man on his back is. At first, we planned that we would call them in, and then, when we began to look after them, this thought began to seem strange: it never occurred to us to sit on the back of a friend.
I can sit down when the horse is lying - it will not jump up, they are not afraid of us. We don’t put anything on them - just shout “Mikosha!” And they rush home. If a veterinarian arrives, we put halters on them - this is enough to prevent the horse from accidentally twitching.
At first it was physically very difficult to take care of the horses, because we were unaccustomed to this and it seemed that it was just a disaster. Now it doesn’t seem so.
But we can’t leave somewhere together - only in turn. It’s hard to trust animals with someone - we don’t have such a person. However, since I have visited a lot, there is no longing for the fact that I do not know the world.