Photographic studies - !

These days it's not so much backcountry as training riders and horses in the front field (amazing what one small pinprick of a hill and an ancient corral can accomplish!). And, photographing horse language for the horse welfare novel big time. An ear twitch, a dance of four, sometimes five of the home herd, one moves and shifts the whole dynamic - I sit there sometimes for an hour, scribbling notes and photographing, and realize how much the last intense eight years of study are so rich! Eyes, as, so fascinating! Here's the Apache Hawk, one supremely complex little pinto that's taken me four years - four years! - to get my head around. Well, I willupload once the computer and I get compatible, eeeargh, I promise, as soon as possible!

Horse sweat, heat and ....photographs!

Eagle Hill called again, this time with newly married Lara West (Kruger??!) after her dreamtime wedding in late August back out on her beloved backcountry trails.  Lara was riding her character ex-outfitter gelding who has a definite gleam in his eyes these days; one supremely happy horse with a good beat and rythym to his stride that just keeps going.  Lara's an artist, illustrator and now working weekends in a Canmore photographic gallery - and yes, she took these pics.  In focus, large files, well framed, thank God for people who understand digital cameras!

It was heaven of a day too - the trail dry and its mostly dirt surfaces kind on the horses.  The Fox wasn't too happy with his feet the night before so the Apache-horse signed in, in my ever despairing hope that perhaps a pound or two might sweat off.  What a metabolism this horse has!  He thinks backcountry is 'OK' but his love is Liberty and long-line work where the chrome really gets strutted, he's a complete natural - now, more money so I can take up Combined Driving then, grin.

Meanwhile, a few of Lara's photographs of that gorgeous day - enjoy.

More clearcutting photographs from the Ford Creek Trail

One day I will get my head wrapped around multiple photographs pasted into this blog! Meanwhile, to follow the just-earlier blog entry here are the remaining photographs taken that day...........

Clearcutting on the Ford Creek Trail

The Ford Creek Trail is one of my favourites, sliding through old growth forests as it climbs away from the Little Elbow campgrounds. Earlier October had temperatures running around the 15-18 degrees mark and a mild breeze, perfect - ! And, then, from subtle shafts of angled sunbeams round a corner and wow, bright blinding sunlight and acres and acres of clearcut. The Apache-horse stopped dead, seriously perturbed and then actually craned his neck right around, looking behind him and then looking across the stripped hillsides. No doubt at all he had trouble wrapping his mind across the two landscapes - and which one he preferred. I've written about clearcut before, noticeably in the COCHRANE TIMES in the weekly ON THE ROAD HOME column which generated a storm of email comments. Selective logging I can get my own brain cells around, this kind of massacre is old-style thinking and way outdated - for anyone wanting a seriously deep book on the subject, try accessing the beautifully descriptive and photographed book of forestry biologist Herb Hammond. The trail higher along just running along treeline, where the fall-line is way steep, is still gloriously thick with mosses, lichens, the bright reds of frost touched strawberry and wild geranium leaves, cinquefoils and juniper pungent in the mid-afternoon sunheat. Mountains are snow tipped now, underfoot crunchy in northly pockets and where a keen eye is needed to work out frost-slide potential.

Smart New Bridge!

Finishing off a ride down off Cox Hill a few weeks back (wouldn't recommend riding that now! the snow and ice settle into the north-facing switchbacks), the smart new bridge over the Jumping Pound Creek is a masterpiece. Sound, stout, strong. I am guessing, too, from its layout that if that Creek ever hits the incredible surge of another 200-year storm, there's the capacity to 'lift' this off its bases either side and cantilever it onto the bank for safety until the run-off finishes. In 2005 when I photographed the old damaged bridge, the structure was much lower and closer to the creek. This one now has stout cement bases, and also an option with good glacial stones leading down to a creek crossing if your horse happens to be claustrophic with narrowish bridges. The Apache-horse took one look, yawned and walked calmly over - the ultimate backcountry laidback attitude, confident these days, lovely.

High above Treeline

Updrafts of warm winds whispered against sun-hot skin. The smell of horse sweat and leather. And mountains caressed with green and brown velvet textures that were outlined with cobalt blue highliner. Backcountry days like this you treasure for the memory of visual overload. Of views that start way down on the Jumping Pound Creek and then through thickly forested slopes of pines - lodgepole, jack and higher rarer examples of limber and whitebark. Tiny spruces as finally the trail goes into sub-alpine meadows that are what's known as 'kruppelholz' or 'crippled wood'. They may look like baby trees but are mature, sometimes ancient specimens. Hikers and mountain bikers had left their footprints and tracks but all, on this fragile terrain, were meticulously and carefuly on the trails here, sometimes of shale powder. And, once we heaved (on foot I was puffing like a steam train and personally producing enough steam myself, grin, at that........) to the summits, my, the panoramas up here are........well, simply, you can see for miles onto every terrain going. And the quiet. Absolute total aching silence through the trees, and even atop the ridgelines only mere whispers of wind. An incredible day along the Jumping Pound Summit Trail.

The Fox and Caroline and Little Elbow

Here's a few pics of the now go-to mountain horse The Fox. He's twelve now with literally thousands of hours under his cinch and flashy as ever with all those uncountable spots (!). An endurance girlfriend was asking the other day about sharing her horse with other riders and my take is, I don't. Kind of like sharing husbands really, they just don't come back the same. But, as one of about four people who've ridden him over his lifetime and to show the exception to the rule, here's the gelding with an English girlfriend and just amazing stalwart suppporter over years as we hit 'The Perfect Day' (mind, unlike Lou Reed no heroin needed, grin) at the Little Elbow. He liked the fact she wasn't as bossy as I am and, eeargh, lighter too. A true horsewoman she asked how he liked to be ridden, and about twenty seconds later we were splashing through the Little Elbow River heading out

- I don't know if I would be so trusting on a strange horse, in a different country and riding THROUGH different terrain to England's countryside and bridleways.

Equine Anatomy, big time!

The blog entry below has photographs of the winter white fluffy stuff and iron-hard temperatures but not this year (at least so far). Instead the 'iron-hard' refers to many people's lethal pasture conditions with ice pockets and ground ice slics. I know, my Cochise Apache I thought was a toast number on Boxing Day after a shoulder split, and after so many amazing coincidences, stunning veterinary care, acupuncture, physio and massage (my bills are truly eye watering, he feels great!), my knowledge input's yanked up yet again. And, given I'm boning up (sorry, very bad pun) on anatomy and horse physiology all over again, this website is terrific. Watch the video and you'll see what I mean - ! Link at http://www.horsesinsideout.com/

Winter - !

Here's a few pics that according to my, er, sometimes erratic filing system! suggest winter time aroundabouts this time of year back in 2010. One of Alberta's typical snow years that one and these were taken at Station Flats near Bragg Creek, one of my favourite schooling grounds for young and new-to-backcountry horses.

Why - ? Open meadows so if a mountain bike or human runner or hiker trots into the field of vision on a trail you can slide out of harms's way through its widely spread trees. There's a wooden bridge to practise over, with the hum of running water underneath. Helicopters, even, landing at the nearby ranger station!

These girls were out for a day that had started at around -10 C. and warmed up, if I remember, to around 0 or just a bit above. Fanny Barrette's the group captain! and took her map reading seriously in the trailhead before legging up onto her elegant grey. They're all wearing different gear, from trad. Western to more Mountain Equipment Co-op but layers work, so do saddlebags and soup-filled thermos containers in saddlebags as well as knives and hoofpicks and all the usual gear. Winter riding really can sing and if you're a photographer in the high wild places, oh yes!

As an extra warming tip, if you wear something around your neck (preferably silk) and ditto something around your wrists, you will be a ton warmer - it's a backcountry survival training tip that one. Socks, wear natural fibres or your feet will initially sweat and then get very very VERY cold (!). The 'Cloud' stirrups Fanny has on her saddle distribute weight load more evenly and no pressure points - a ton of range riders I know of, always practical in their thinking, are now absolute converts.

(Canyon) Creek Trail looped.....

(CANYON) CREEK TRAIL (parking at the west end of Prairie Creek Trail) and returning on the gravel POWDERFACE ROAD, mid-week (no traffic).


The fall colours when we arrived late, say around the 1 p.m. mark, were THE best I’ve ever ever seen. We parked on the side of the gravel Powderface Trail (by the west end of Prairie Creek Trail), snugged on the cinches and the safety gear and off, five minutes tops. A horse these days who knows his job and thoroughly enjoys the expectation of a ride well done.

I’d heard about this Creek Trail, heard even that years back an endurance race had taken place, started I think even, from this very point, and heard too it was a sod, of pure bog.

Well, long distance international equestrian horse races, the long milers, these days are won on flat or just rolling ground, deserts often as the Dubai sponsorships particularly have come into effect. Endurance rides in Alberta are still taking place in pure bog and muskeg. The finishing times for the Californian Tevis Cup, burningly hot terrain, have decreased fantastically this past decade.

Why?? are Canadian endurance race planners (and riders) still riding in bogs and muskeg??

Don’t get it. At all. Don't get why this trail is marked for equestrian users either, for 11/12ths of any rideable time - ??

So, I’d deliberately chosen CREEK TRAIL after five weeks of ferociously warm weather, no dew even, not a drop.

From the parking place, the maps are a bit deceptive as you have to climb the hillside to the right (east) of the gravel Powderface Trail first before, peering beadily, you’ll see a mostly overgrown entrance to a trail over the small hilltop, with a red diamond well tucked back in.

At day's end I agreed I was right (!). There’s no way I’d ever ride this trail in even ‘normal’ conditions but bone dry, like this glorious day, there were, say, still five bogged creek-type crossings. Some roots. One slatted lodgepole pine crossing, decaying and just about OK for hikers but, one foot into with a horse, a log flipped up so we backed up and bushwhacked around upwards and around and back onto the trail.

Fabulous forests and then dirt sections, the sky overhead cobalt blue, the odd chickadee and a ton of squirrel middens.

Yep, ideal bear country material and I know for a fact it’s a wildlife corridor, respect it too.

We saw a squirrel, another animal I never thought to see, ever, and in such amazing circumstances of just total grace you wonder if the moment, truly, ever happened.

The trail descends again after its mild elevation gain, hardly puff worthy, and then briefly swings right-handed along a creek based valley thick with willows swathing into crimsons. The afternoon light began to slant, just as we crossed Canyon Creek. There you hook westwards (left-handed), and it’s not well marked or well used. No horse shoe tracks, no hikers’ boot treads and one pretty elderly mountain bike’s marking that had gone through a long long time ago.

You kind of follow the very pretty valley, the creek singing its songs to your left, and then there’s a meadow. Don’t, as I did, continue to follow the trail closest to the river (one slightly scrambled rock climb, not difficult but if you’re not confident in your horse, nope) but instead take the higher trail out of the triangular meadow, which’ll end up taking you, about a mile up, to join again together.

Lovely surfaces for riding, dirt, open sections, meadow and soft turf, with some random campgrounds and fire circles.

Because it was a weekday and late and low traffic volume we returned back on the gravel Powderface Trail, the first part homewards back to the trailer a bit of a swinging circular climb that had been, just lovely, graded and not its usual corduroy that has your shock absorbers trembling. After that, there’s actually a good deal of side trails to either side that you spend, in fact, little time on the road itself.

The trees rustled and twirled their pinks, their fluorescent yellows and even touches of reds this year. Back at the trailer, The Fox munching his cubes and thinking pleasurably of his haynet for the homeward journey, and by now seriously almost dusk, two young men arrived, unloading backpacks. They chose the Prairie Creek Trail going eastwards, a valley that in five minutes would be in shadow and with a temperature dropping like crazy. Interesting.

Will We See Bears - ??????

Man, I've heard that comment as we set out from trailheads so many times if I charged $5 a time I'd be holidaying in Mexico. And, reading the Alberta Equestrian Federation's latest e-newsletter, with berries and lush raspberries gloriously thick and ripe, experts'advice on encountering bears is dutifully mentioned to their trail-riding members.

Well, with The Best I've stood downwind of a few bears so unbelievably rank my eyes stung and I seriously wondered what they had for breakfast earlier that morning. Carrion, prime carrion, had to be. And these were encounters in September and October, three different locations, one a just gorgeous silver tipped grizzly - actually, there were all grizzlies so special occasions there.

The Fox gets a tad twitchy without his cool-as-cucumber girlfriend but he's pretty OK, and the pinto couldn't give a damn.

Moose, though, ah, moose. And, pulling out of Mesa Butte and flicking on the CBC's 1010 AM program as the rig crunched through a few potholes, oh joy, the newscaster had on the world-renowned 'Dr Moose', handily live from a cellphone in northern Manitoba.

The man obviously adored moose. He told stories. Anecdotes. He mentioned the males' noses will be deepening, darkening now from the colour they've shared over the summer with Mrs Mooses, as their hormones prepare to open the floodgates. In three weeks, he remarked, velvet from the antlers will begin to be scraped off, the males will start to express opinions about territories even though their rut won't officially be in, er, full thrust for a few months yet.

A magnificent moose, in his prime, once fancied The Best and we darned near had a near-death experience, cascading down a scree slope in saner moments I would have described sincerely as absolutely unrideable. He really did have his antlers in a twist, I mean, have many pure white lady mooses have you seen in your lifetime?

Horses, you see, find it difficult to 'read' moose. Moose stand still, no body language to read, are they a threat, these large, almost black animals - ? Better to be safe, let's run-for-home and that nice-safe-trailer, eh? On foot, hiking, yes, I'm bear aware but having read a stack of park wardens and biologists' accounts, annoyed moose have stomped, chased and treed more than their fair share of humans. If you're riding along willows, muskeg, streams (West Bragg Creek, ah, has some wonderful areas of precisely these ingredients, another is the section by 'Moose Pond' before it elevates into the spectacular Eagle Hill Trail too), watch your horses' ears, perhaps a sudden 'dragon's snort' or a jolted halt, high headed. It's a great opportunity, too, to learn to read landscapes, practise developing the mountain people's amazing peripheral vision, drag your own vision away from tunnel vision on your trail line only, listen to ravens discussing the deal - then, as Andy Russell once described, each day in the mountains begins its moments of magic.

Scratches Update

I am very bored with scratches (also known as 'cracked heels' apparently in Ontario and as 'mud fever' in the UK and Ireland. The Best is EXTREMELY bored with them too. It's taken nearly two weeks, eventually ending up with a new application of veterinarians' Moore&Co 'Scratches Ointment', covered up with plastic, then padding, then a carefully applied bandage of equal pressure, both hind legs to level out any favouring of one leg (and its ligaments and tendons). Every day. Yawn. We almost got there, no puffiness (ie, no poulticing which went on for a whole darned week) and I left the bandages off for 14 hours and we were back to square one.

Eeeargh. So, we resumed. One hind leg (she's black skinned, as are all pure-bred and part-bred grey or white Arabians) has, guess, a white sock (hard black foot though) and that's the one that's cranked my back into major creak zones.

So, with the drier weather forecast for a week to come, do I or .......? ....... cross my fingers and hope, this time, we're OK - ? Decisions, decisions.

Scratches.......

Unreal sometimes how the world works! An experienced horseman told me just three days ago of how a lot of horses are getting scratches suddenly this month, I nodded and poof! two days later my white mare (hard hard black feet) has them on her near hind on the fetlock. I slathered on Vicks last night (old country remedy I've used often, something in the camphor is the active ingredient plus the gel - I am guessing something like Vaseline? - keeps the area soft). This morning the infection's backing up her leg, so will be poulticing the swollen affected area from hock to fetlock in a couple of minutes with hand-hot kaolin (trade name is UPTITE, huge plastic tub of the stuff costs under $20) plastered on thick, then a sheet of Seranwrap to keep the heat in. The deal works on the theory of osmosis if you remember your science lessons - ?! - and then a good wrap of what are now old-fashioned tail bandages. Which can be re-cycled and re-washed. Vetrap's fine but getting equal pressure (try doing an example model on your wrist say and you'll be surprised at the torque) can be the devil, and it's a one-use only product. Fine in some circs, yes, I agree. She's also getting a shot of Bute as she's definitely not sound and will stop Miss Cranky biting everyone's ass in the field.

I'll be giving that until late this afternoon, pull the lot off (normally for UPTITE poulticing I aim at 12-18 hours tops and see what miracles have happened), scrub down with antibiotic soap and hot water and see what's improving. The Best pulled this stunt too once in 2004 where her leg came up in 24 hours, and she needed major antibiotics for 12 days in total - plus a heart-starter emergency shot when she reacted big-time to the vet's first intra-muscular penicillin injection aimed at getting antibiotics into her bloodstream and into gear. My heart too just about seized at how quick that reaction set in that day...... but in 20 minutes she stabilized and was amazingly nonchalent about the whole life-death deal.

Horses, just totally in the moment! After that she had antibiotic powder (not penicillin!) mixed with water in a mouth syringe and became amazingly canny at anticipating when I had just oats in my pocket or that dratted gunk! ...but for her, yep, it took a good two weeks before the scratches cleared out and she was sound and really right again.

Some horses, I can remember one that stayed a summer for mountain work, had eye-watering cases of scratches and not her I-am-dying-and-my-legs-are-swelling-and-infected reaction at all. Interesting that, as The Best has one of the highest pain tolerances I've ever known in a horse.

Another experienced trainer and breeder has just emailed in recommending a product called T-Zone (which includes tea tree oil as one of its ingredients - always useful for the first aid kit that oil!), and which is stocked apparently at The Horsestore in Kensington, Calgary.

Any other remedies, thoughts, yep, please post a comment!

Horse feathers!!.....well, actually, horseFLIES..........

Dragonflies are out, mosquito count down but darn, even down here in the southern ranges of Alberta's shining mountains, the horse and deer flies are a right pain. I'm using Repel-x (which Rachel Carson and her thoughts on DDT I doubt would have approved of) but she's not sitting on 1200 lbs of equine thinking that a good buck, get rid of The Human and run like the wind will solve the problem.

Well, if anyone has anything that really DOES repel this monsters, please please write in, OK - ?

At home on Horse Creek, and along the local open grassed ridgelines, we're putting in fitness hours (no bugs, we like this)...........if I was a four legged I'd think life was pretty OK if this could be like year-round (!). Graze, shelter, wander down to the creek for a drink, roll in a muddy spot as a fly deterrent, graze, snooze....yep, you get the idea, my horses are pretty happy these days.

But.

If you read some punchy material coming out on Complex-PTSD (a longer term version of Post Traumatic Stress) with animals, Gay Bradshaw is right out there with her meticulously researched book on mind-altered both tame AND wild (national African parks) elephants. Just out is Project Nim, on humans and chimpanzees and anyone after that who isn't profoundly affected could be just a tad closed down on what sentient animals that can experience, in their format, joy, fear, pain, stress experience.

And, so on to horses. Where ARE horses going in recreational fields? Dominique Barbier remarked recently that up to 80% of competition type horses in Europe under the age of eight had either had had significant surgery or euthanization. Stifle and hock injections because of arthritis, many variations really...........the German vet Dr Gerd Heuschmann's book "Tug of War, Classical versus Modern Dressage" now has a DVD out with an English translation that's stuff filled with precise anatomical info.

Remember the high-end technology needed for the nasty Hobbit, where a human had electronic sensors attached to his anatomyfor the initial filming, and then the studio team superimposed the Hobbit's image atop the movement - ?

Well, THIS is effectively the first time I've seen this concept applied to a horse movement informational piece. The 'camera' is above the spine, or alongside, or in/with movement, stripped of hide and outward muscle, pared down to bone, ligament and tendon. It's OCD watching material! Highlighted areas of slack tissue get highlighted, and major stressor points that develop either with hyperflexion (rollkur) often seen with 'modern' dressage tactics, show jumping and sometimes Western reining training.............and, too, as eventing (cross-country jumping)has gone a slightly alternative quick-fix route, horses around the six-year old mark are developing into the 'terrible sixes'in often fairly high-headed 'compressed' outlines without the boring muscle-building initial phases of topline stretch, flex and build. A really interesting phrase, eh? - heard for the first time a month back.

I admit, my jaw dropped on that one! In my years eventing, six was when the youngsters started to really sing and hit stride, not hit pain, stress and arthritis....and, eventually, either hitting enormous and chronic vet. bills - or bucking and behavior problems.

In its own analysis, yep,a human-induced form of equineC-PTSD, particularly if on a high-protein, high acidity diet while cooped up in a 12 x 12 foot stable for hours on end. The recreational horse OWNER perhaps needs to look at horse welfare - ? The emotional and pyschological well-being kind - ? - and think hard, long and reflectively - ?

Bogs trap trucks AND!! a Horse Trailer ONE MILE IN on West Bragg equestrian trail - different!

Here's another report emailed in from a regular and adventurous couple riding backcountry, who encountered this interesting situation at West Bragg the other week. The recent heavy rainfall has some serious bogs and muskeg here, even on the extremely extensive 'new' trail plan being developed and this combination of a truck and horse trailer adventurously up past say three boggy areas and a good mile and a half, say, along an equestrian trail were all up to their axles.

Be interesting to listen to what K-Country conservation officers and the trail building specialists have to say on this one, eh - ??! Here are the comments from the riders' email: "Here are the pictures we took yesterday while on a day ride at West Bragg. You can choose whichever one you want. I believe the sighting of the trucks and horse trailer is on the “Iron Springs Trail”. You would reach the site before you reach the man made gate. I’m guessing the gate would be about 1 kilometre further south."

Feedback on the TOM SNOW TRAIL.........

This entry will be posted on 'Trail Updates' at www.pamasheton.ca in a day or two but for those of you heading to the foothills here's a report emailed in from a backcountry rider rated on the Intrepid-Plus scale (!).

Here goes: "We rode Tom Snow from Dawson last fall (Sept and Oct) and it was lovely. All the deadfall removed, some new sections of trail and we really motored. I love that trail. If you want to ride it fast I’m in, but walking that thing would kill me [see what I mean? - the Queen-of-Speed, grin]. On Tuesday last week we rode Tom Snow from Station Flats and again it was in good shape.

And for the blog, the bridge on Wildhorse has been repaired (by Howard Creek) and is highly recommended. We tried the old alternate way to the west of the bridge on the way back and the bog is really nasty now. Whoops, judgement error on my part. Did I mention the moose????"

Good Trainers are Goldust

Back during the five years I crafted the Equestrian Diary column for my local newspaper the Cochrane EAGLE beginning in 2002, I wrote just about everything related to horses. Blanket repairs, shelters (a unexpected favourite that one!), horse behaviour…….and clinicians.

A LOT of clinicians. The horse ‘whisperers’ known across North America, Canadian home-bred versions, specialists, generalists ……. in the end I just about out-clinicianed (not proper or correct English but it’s the most apt way I can think of describing the situation!) and many of them near talked-you-to-death.

I can remember interviewing participants on a couple on those Master World Talkers' courses who, frankly, went into mental hypnosis overload by the end of day two. Oops, when you’re dishing out fairly serious $$$, eh - ?

Many clinicians were amazing, some had moments, most were superb horseman, others were superb horseman but lousy teachers (I can remember attending a British clinic given by an Olympian I had waited, dreamed of for months and she couldn’t have taught a donkey to trot – an unbelievably disappointing day where I had anticipated all my cross-country questions would be answered succinctly, like before breakfast).

There are born teachers, as there are rare naturally gifted athletes, and those you can teach to teach, or to ride who have to work, work, work to find all the right tools, muscles and independent balance (right up to Olympic, I know, I’ve taught that deal).

And, last weekend, B.C. based Jonathan Field breezed through five blisteringly hot days with humour, very real interest in every single individual human and horse during both Horsemanship 101 and then 102….. and then Jonathan atop a chance ride on a big bay gelding with just a tad of attitude showed me three very neat techniques that went into my mental “could be useful” drawer.

They were, too, just a mere two days later! Isn’t ‘coincidence’ just wonderful - ?!

Jonathan was teaching at Patty Martin’s Twin Springs Ranch (tel 403-932-7817 or www.twinspringsranch.ca - the website’s still developing). The ranch’s atmosphere’s positive plus here and they specialize in competent pasture boarding, with both indoor and outdoor arenas – plus immediate access to wonderful backcountry trails.

Patty and Jonathan, I know, were talking about the possibility of another clinic later this year

Listening...........

Horse language is the language of the flight animal, you know, the one that gets chased and chomped as seen on the Discovery Channel. To really get horse-think it's a bit useful if you sit and watch horses at pasture, big horse herds, those kind of dynamics.......

Something that, initially, seems inexplicable may suddenly click a brain cell. What horses do loose they'll most definitely click into, under stress, when ridden. Obvious really, that one!

Like this morning here, when The Best, as alpha as they get, decided the back pasture (where the water is) was highly dangerous. The ferocious high-headed dragon's snort and her three companions cascaded to the very furthest eastward line of the corral's fencing around the back of the shelters and the old red wooden barn.

Watching through the kitchen window, I sighed, heaved on four layers, lumbered outside and filled up the ancient sliced-in-half propane tank (alias their water tank), tidied up a bit.

Nope, they weren't moving. Glued, high headed, adrenalin high, along the corral's ancient timbers.

Another sigh. Grab a halter and slid it onto the white girl and led her into the horse eating back paddock, a tad exasperated at how seriously she takes her herd guarding responsibilties at times.

The others followed, slid up, one at a time, drank deeply and then began picking, still a bit snorty, at the hay piles I'd organized.

She and I stood there, we've been together now a decade and more than any other, she's taught me horse-think subtleties. I breathed slower, my feet imagining they were tree roots and thought peaceful thoughts, idly drifting through why she was so revved up and guessing her one big fear factor, moose, were in the thick thick western woodlands nibbling on willow branches.

The raven couple, in their prime and stunningly blue-black against the hoar frosted trees, croaked their odd warning language and the white head went up again. Something, definitely in there, and the ravens croaked and cawed and flew around before, finally bored, circled away further up the valley for more morning amusements and diversions.

So, still she and I stood there, me waiting again for the white head to go 'level-headed' (see where the expression comes from?!) and then, ah, magic.

A huge bald eagle, really massive wing span this boy, flying straight up the Horse Creek Valley northwards, my first viewing this year of the earliest arrival perhaps pathmaker of their annual migration of bald and golden participants that's a documented 11,000 years old. They, hawks and many others, follow the ridgelines of the 'shining mountains' the far more appropriate name given by native people to the 'Rockies'.

The mare, finally, dipped her head, deigning to slither in a few morsels of sweet meadow hay. And then, with their ironic cosmic humour, the Land Gods said, I am imagining, OK, The Human's being a bit perceptive this morning so let's give another little gifting. In the far wood came a faint rattling drum of a woodpecker drilling but the mare, this time, twitched just an ear with a muzzle now deep in timothy and fescues .

And the very first of the young male ground squirrels popped his head out of a burrow, scampered across to the fenceline and, carefully perched erect atop the crusted snow, surveying the bright sparkling world of springtime-just-around-the-corner.

Supple. Horses AND humans..........

Working with a new competitive minded rider the other day, halfway through the session they started to laugh. I glanced across, questioning and quizzical and they exclaimed, “we were told you were expensive.”

Not, as they hastily explained, for value for money for the session time itself but because about, I am reckoning, a good 90 per cent have a saddle that simply doesn't fit (so, yes please, buy another saddle that does), and usually the horse is as crooked as hell besides so in my opinion, what's the point of running a marathon if you can't touch your toes - ?

In the past I've been crunched big time by horses, plus one major skiing number and almost three years back a whiplash number on a wet veterinarian's office floor. I thought I was pretty clued up on getting back to functioning but that day's soft tissue injuries opened a whole new bag of, er, a learning curve which, sideways, can be applied to horses too.

With movement comes core strength and elasticity, without it, one displaced rib or hip alignment just compounds into everything going out of whack.

So yes, I advocate chiro work but not the kind where you go back, week after week, month after month. Nope, my girls (the horse fixer and the human one too) get it in one or two sessions, max, and then after that it's conditioning work.

The Colorado clinician Mark Rashid (his book HORSEMANSHIP THROUGH LIFE runs totally along the same line of thought, you end up with a different – and supple – human being after he takes up the mental and physical discipline of martial art training) seems, uncannily, to run and write along similar railway tracks of parallel thought sometimes to my own. Ah, the old synchronicity thing again.........

Chiro work, saddle fit and if you click onto his website at www.markrashid.com and then onto his blogs, there he is covering my thoughts almost exactly, onto issues on slaughter and the latest, about teeth and TMJ and jaw flexion.

Nowhere near mountain fit or any type of competition fit level, my appaloosa The Fox has hit major I-am-very-happy horse-time. Conformation wise back at the knee, finally again his feet are balanced just right. He had chiro work done about two months back because he'd 'braced' himself for so long because of the jar and displacement correspondingly in his shoulders and tightened up in the stifle big time. And, finally decided he likes one bit after six years of trying nearly everything under the sun! He rides on rein pressure as light as feathers, he's tracking up, punch! from behind and the shoulder and stifle are smooth and supple on the circle with 'self-carriage' – ie, self balancing. THIS is the basis of great classical foundation work, wherever you end up riding.

And, on that note, a great classicist who follows along the line of the great Master Nuno Olivero, is giving a talk/seminar at Weedon Hall. His name's DOMINIQUE BARBIER and for a book of insights – and stunning line drawings – please, treat yourself to his just gorgeous DRESSAGE FOR THE NEW AGE.

No Foot, No Horse

That heading, that expression, is centuries old and it's absolutely right. If, though, you're reading this blog for backcountry advice in deepest Louisiana (I had a call from Oregon last week, if anyone fancies ranch backcountry time down there and a beautiful website too) this locally based blogged information, to-within-say-50-miles-radius of Cochrane, Alberta probably won't be much use (at all) to you. Smile.

But to a rider (and their horse) a perfectly balanced good foot is a big deal. Trimming, shoeing, all take expertise and given that horses have different shapes, different shapes of feet then experience kicks in.

The angle that somehow just seems right, the heel elevation, shoes for cross-country eventing (with stud holes, try unlocking the studs afterwards from their screwed into the drilled holes that are threaded, when your 1200 lb athlete is prancing around high on adrenalin.....). Character forming, definitely, that one.

And then for this snow-laden province right now, another ton of options. Ditto racehorses with aluminum plates, show jumpers landing hard down from 5' elevations. Ponies knee high to a grasshopper where your core back muscles need to be super-flexi.

This kind of expertise comes from the experiential. This means your farrier has done it. Preferably lots and lots and lots of times, over years. Someone that notices how a horse may not like holding up one foot in a certain way and thinks lateral about why, or why the skeletal frame may be out of kilt, these experts are worth gold dust.

My own horses (near Cochrane) are now benefitting from the skills of a young man, Bryan Schoures, who's headed west for the love of a good woman (and now girlfriend), and building a business where multi-talented horses are part of the deal. Poor man, he even listens to me yakking on about chiro work done the week before on, say, yet another tweaky horse, which leg, or shoulder. Neat thing is, he also translates that into a horse with a tight stifle, or a shoulder that's had injury.

And. My! The horses definitely pick up on that thoughtfulness.

On a colt with a seriously low attention span in a Chinook wind one afternoon...... the speed those feet were trimmed - and trimmed well - had the colt not quite realizing he'd even picked his feet up. I didn't time it but it was at world record speed. I had to grin that particular day at the colt's amazement, mine and Bryan nonchalently taking another layer of clothing off from his orginal four thermals.

So, for a personable young man, experienced, who knows to handle horses with respect, trims and hot-shoes, his name's Bryan Schoures, his email address (it's the Blackberry thing) is bryanschoures@yahoo.ca - and (cellphone of course!) is 403-613-5770.