The next day was the second day of summer and also the second day of Lucky being at the barn. Alexia awoke early to feed Lucky and her two other horses Daisy and Lance. Her trainer met up with her and explained how Alexia would slowly introduce the horse to the process of having its feet cleaned. Alexia was excited and nervous about being the one doing the practical work, she focused on staying calm and relaxed and slowly slid her arm down the horses shoulder. She patted lucky and soothed him quietly, making sure he understood that Alexia had no intentions to hurt him. Alexia took a deep breathe, before asking Lucky to pick up his hoof, he did so but at first he tried to pull away. Alexia held on gently and used her voice to calm him once again he soon stood quietly and let Alexia begin the process of cleaning out his hooves, he was almost perfect with each of his hooves although he had a habit of kicking out slightly with his back feet when Alexia cleaned them out; though both Alexia and her trainer were confident he would quickly work out of this habit with time and patience. Alexia then picked up a soft body brush and began brushing the dirt away from the young horse’s body. At first Lucky was unsure and turned towards her curiously and even nibbled at the brush.
“It’s okay … good boy Lucky,” Alexia said in a soft voice as she brushed away the dirt and over-grown, un-brushed coat. Alexia knew underneath and with many hours of brushing and washing he would have a glossy, dark bay coat waiting to be un-leashed.
“His confident with you Lex … he trusts you a great deal,” said her trainer, Susan as she leaned on the solid, wooden fence post. The barn had recently put in new fencing over the whole 40 acre property, replacing each and every fence post with a solid, white fence post. Each freshly painted by the boarders. The barn also had plans to put in a second outdoor area and develop their cross country course so that their fences could be suitable for students of all abilities.
Alexia brushed away for about an hour and stepped back, brushing the hair and dirt off her shirt. Her trainer had left a good forty-five minutes ago to start the day’s work; Alexia had been pleasantly surprised at how much her trainer trusted her with the young horse. He had started to develop a nice shine in the sunlight and with a good bath and more brushing he would turn out to be a very pretty looking pony. He only stood roughly fourteen hands tall, but at the age of two they were sure he would grow out to be a nice, chunky eventing horse. Alexia didn’t really mind, she wasn’t focusing on the future she was focusing on getting Lucky to trust her and learn the basics. Alexia watched as Lucky sniffed at the lead rope and took several slow steps backwards, he slowly moved his head. Putting pressure on the lead rope; he pulled light enough for the rope to still hold. Alexia praised him and put his rug back on, he tossed his head around once again but this time it was to less of a degree.
The next morning Alexia awoke to the sun barely shining through her window, she quietly ate her breakfast and got ready to go to the barn. Before hoping on her bike and riding the long ride to the barn, fortunately the early morning weather had been cool and made the ride almost enjoyable. She rode past several paddocks with long, thick, green juicy grass in them. Clearly they weren’t being used by animals; Alexia thought how much her horses would enjoy to be kept in the luscious, long grass. Alexia guided her bike into the drive way and parked it neatly at the top of the barn hallways. She picked up two pre-made buckets of food and walked down to the stables of the three horses and placed their food over each stall door, before taking a broom out and starting to sweep out the messy hallways of the barn. Alexia noticed how the sunlight shone brightly on the floor, making the whole room fill up with a sunlight, yellow colour.
“Morning Alexia,” said one of the boarders Grace; who had shoulder length blonde hair which she regularly wore in a long, thick pony tail. She owned a young, chestnut Arab that was kept at the barn named Diego. Each time Alexia saw Grace ride him she was surprised at how much his movement had represented a warm-bloods. He was also calm, confident and collected; Grace had chosen him as an eventing prospect as a youngster and her uncle who had trained horses many years ago professionally had trained him up for her.
“Hey, are you riding today?” asked Alexia as she filled the last of the three water buckets and opened the door to Daisy’s stall. Daisy was a twelve year old, warm-blood mare. She was regularly referred to as a school-master at eventing, Alexia could trust her with any fence and know that she would ride in boldly without a second thought. Her dressage was amazing to watch, her motion was even and it looked like magic.
“I was planning on doing some cross country training; did you want to bring Daisy along to?” asked Grace as she placed two empty feed bins down in the in the aisle.
“Yeah, that would be great. Once I work with Lucky and finish feeding I’ll be ready to go,” Alexia replied. She was excited, she hadn’t gotten a chance to spend much time with Daisy recently since Lucky had arrived and getting Lance ready for the show season. This would be their first year showing together; Alexia had only owned him two years and since the show season had arrived so quickly she had chosen not to compete.
“Steeeaadyyy…” Alexia told the horse as she approached a table top fence, she felt the reins in her hands and made sure her seat was secure, she pushed her heals down and leap. Daisy moved steadily below her. Daisy’s mane wisped against her fingers as he landed with a gentle thud, he continued on strong, Alexia used her body to slow him down and sat back to get the ultimate control. The next fence was a basic roll top, that was rather large. Approach, fence, land. Everything went perfectly,
Sir Success. Eventer.
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