In the Night Farm…Your Ride is Here.

Lady Luck

There are moments in every trainer’s life when his or her work is tested. Monday evening, such a moment presented itself to me. As I pulled into the driveway, fresh from the office, I scanned the herd in my usual headcount.

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Seven?

My heart rate hardly had time to jump before I spotted number eight, Consolation, milling anxiously between Insider’s and Aaruba’s paddocks…outside the fence.

Dressed as I was in a suit and heels, I knew I’d spook her if I approached immediately. I hurried indoors, pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt while keeping an eye on Consolation through the window, and bustled out to my tack box by the round corral for a halter. On the way, I noted with a sinking stomach the mangled fence that had, until sometime during my workday, contained Consolation.

While half my mind ticked off possible first aid procedures, the other half wondered whether I’d have trouble catching Consolation. She’s never been a problem in that department, but she’s also never been loose in a large, exhilirating, unfamiliar field after a traumatic experience. And let’s face it — she was, for all intents and purposes, and wild horse for her first three years of life.


I circled around the outside of Aaruba’s pen, halter over my shoulder, and approached Consolation with intentional casualness. I scanned her for bumps and blood. Nothing. She watched me with calm, liquid eyes as I sidled up and rubbed her neck for a while before moving around to slip the halter on. We stood there a while longer, she nibbling grass and I inspecting her more thoroughly. Still nothing alarming, though she was covered with grass stains from cannons to withers.

We moseyed back toward the round corral, investigating her hoofprints in the soft earth. It seems that something on the road spooked her into her 5-foot, wire mesh horse fence. She probably caught her knees mid-jump and flipped over, judging by the state of the fence, the scuffle marks and grass stains, the scatter of rakes and shovels, and the skidding-out prints left as she regained her feet. She galloped around the partially finished root cellar (think room-sized hole in the ground), through the garden, then looped around Aaruba’s paddock to flirt with the stallions.

Back in the fenced compound, I offered Consolaton water, then walked and trotted her around the round corral in both directions to check for lameness. Nothing. I ran my hands over every inch of her body, searching for wounds or sore spots. Nada.

Thank heavens for good stallion fences, effective training, and a heavy dose of luck. Consolation, whose royal bearing long ago led me to call her ‘Milady’ more often than not, survived her adventure without so much as a scratch, bruise, sore muscle, or anything worse than the temporary appearance of a green-spotted pinto.

Amazing.
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6 responses

  1. Holy Moly! Glad she wasn’t hurt! Isn’t it funny how you can put one horse in a padded stall and they’ll find the one loose nail and scrape half their faces off, and you can put another horse in the most barbed wire, loose nail and shards of metal broken glass turnout and they won’t turn a hair? Horses!Elly

    March 12, 2009 at 12:43 am

  2. She’s Lovely. I’m glad she’s okay.

    March 12, 2009 at 1:04 am

  3. Glad to read that things turned out well. She is a beautiful girl. The quiet approach is definately the most successful in the long run.

    March 12, 2009 at 2:32 am

  4. I don’t generally picture you in a suit and heels. Might spook ME, too. :)She’s a real beauty. Glad she wasn’t hurt.One of the geldings here defected from his bachelor band to join my pony’s crew. How he got from one paddock to the other through a double strand of that rope stuff is still kind of a mystery. But he kept doing it, so we let him stay.He fit right in and he kind of earned it, anyway.sj

    March 12, 2009 at 10:43 am

  5. I love that mare… Glad she is ok. Love the Barbs for that exact situation in which you descibed. JB was spooked through or over his green panels by a cougar (we surmise) since there was one lurking in the area at the time Same thing. He walked away fro it with no bumps, scratches, nothing.. You know what they say about vet bills and barbs!!

    March 12, 2009 at 3:53 pm

  6. such a beautiful mare. glad it all came out OK.

    March 12, 2009 at 9:44 pm

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