I have never been a mare person. They are just so moody. I have several friends that swear by them, it's all they ever own. Mares. Hmph. I have 2 and I geuss I have to admit... Sierra the 6 year old TWH is very gentle and kind. She gets a little nervous and she's a little shy but she never says no. And Ms. Beauty, well, she's a witch. No ifs ands or buts, she's witchy. She'll buck you off without ever even giving you a hint. Yet, she's really smart. She can also be very kind and loving. It's hard to describe her because not only is she wicked, but she's kind...
I took Riley (my gelding) to my riding lesson today and we had a pretty ok lesson. I accidently took a pig home with me tonight. This old man came by and said that he needed a home and ... well... he was so cute and I took him. We put him in a dog crate and stuck him in the trailer with Riley. I think Riley was going to jump through the window when we loaded him but he quited quickly enough. When I got home we pulled "Pork Chops" that's the name he came with... out of the trailer and stuck him in the round pen. I pulled Riley off the trailer and he spooked like a coward but calmed pretty quickly. I put him in the paddock and he was fine. Well then Blue (his paddock mate) decided to act like an idiot. Snorting and shying and jumping. What a fool! Then Pork Chops went under the round pen and into the paddock, Blue acted like he was some kind of monster!
We caught Pork Chops, man I'm not crazy about that name... We walked him up to the house and stuck him in the kennel. I left the crate in the round pen. And they were still being fools so I thought, ok, I'll bring Old Faithful out and show them how stupid they are. I put Pistol in the round pen and he trots in like a champ and then... the arab comes out in him. He snorts and dances and throws his tail up in the air and does that inverted trot thing... Huh? He's scared of nothing! So of course Blue and Rileys fears are now confirmed. That box is dangerous.
I pull Pistol out and throw him in his stall. Then I decide to feed. I feed Pistol and then I can't even get the boys into their stalls so I feed them on the fence facing the crate. They won't eat their food! They won't come near the barn. Finally they come over and they are so freaked that their whole bodies are shaking so I think, ok... I'll put the box in the paddock for the night. Nope. Now they are really freaked. I can't even catch Blue. Riley wants to climb in my lap. Freaks. Finally I get blue out of the paddock and into the pasture. I go out back and halter Beauty who has been watching this entire fiasco with her ears all cocked side ways. She comes into the barn like an angel, stops at the feed room for a quick treat, allows me to pet her and kiss her and then walks right through the stall and out to the food. It takes Riley less than a minute to deem everything safe and join his mama for dinner.
I go out to the other paddock and feed Sierra, who was also curiously watching the fiasco and fill another dish for Blue, the idiot that started it all. I let him in with Sierra. He snorts and dances, and then realizes that Sierra has no desire to act a fool with him, so he eats his dinner.
OK. I admit... Mares have brains....