Have a funny(ish) story. Yesterday I was jump crew for two of my horses. We were down in the mud field. My big horse slid and fell down turning towards the cavaletti. Horrified I rushed to the scene. The rider was fine but horse didn't move. Oh my God, I thought, he's broken his leg! Heart sank! Instead he was lying there EATING
GRASS!!! What a character. It's not really that funny of a story. Still feel a bit sick when I think of it - mostly for the rider. But also for my big big baby!
What's interesting is I was riding him on Saturday, really working on quiet leg, core strength, sitting back, walk, trot, canter transitions. My mother was there watching me telling me I'd made tremendous improvements! She says to wake him up, keep him awake, work his head a little to keep him from getting bored. Which I donever so gently.
Then I thought and let it go through my body fully, somehow, OK, big guy, let's get this thing into the next gear! And HE DID! Must have been 12 beats of pure flying and it scared the crap out of me so we woa - ed.
That's what happened when the other girl flipped him yesterday. I told her he has a whole 'nother gear I've only seen once. He just loses control of his feet sometimes. Which is very dangerous when he is going into the next gear.
Might need to get a vest.
PS We do endurance in the fall. It's the thing he loves the most.