Fordson is now barefoot!

Like the title reads, I took away Fordsons iron shoes. There’s SO many reasons to have a horse barefoot, I wont go into that unless someone asks me to. (It’s pretty easy to google your way to information about that aswell!)

Anyway. He’s doing great! Recently we reached the part of his hoof where the nails went in, so the walls started breaking off a little on the sides where the wholes after the nails are. He’s not hurting or anything, but I wanted to take the safe route and decided to let him wear boots while riding.

Barefoot boots.. Oh my god, what a jungle! There’s SO many different brands and the sizing seem to differ for each model. I lucked out buying a used pair of renegade boots, that actually fit his front hoovs pretty well! He seems to like them a lot.
And before winter comes, I’m gonna make sure to have 4 fitting, dubbed boots that he can wear when we ride/drive on slippery roads.

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Aren’t they fancy looking?

Our new little friend!

So a lot has happend since I wrote last. One if the things being that we got a new horse! Well… A pony. He’s an overgrown shetland pony, his name is Loke.

He’s a lovely little pony, but he’s never been ridden, driven or anything like that. He’s barely tame to walk with, so… We have a lot of work ahead of us untill he’s gonna be childproof for Alice. But Alice loves him already, and so do the rest of us. He’s a sweet, gentle pony with such spirit and expression! I’m looking forward to working with him and eventuelly drive him. It’ll be so much fun :3

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Bigger meadow~

So, we’re building our loose housing meadow after a principle called Paddock Paradise.

If you never heard the term, you can read and see some pictures about it here.

Here’s a picture from when we worked on the lower part of the meadow this week. As I’m writing this, they’re out there enjoying it.

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I’m still alive

As the title reads, yes, I am in fact still alive.
A lot has happend. Since I rented out my house to Lina and her family, we have started the progress to turning it into a horsefarm!

There’s so much to do! We started a facebookpage in case anyone want more regular updates, but I’ll post here aswell from time to time. I’ve just been so busy lately that I pretty much forgot that I had a blog. 😉

Last weekend, we moved the horses there! It’s Fordson, Balk and Clooney. Balk is Lina’s horse and Clooney belongs to my dear friend Linnea. Since Fordson knew them both since before it’s been very easy to put them back together, C and B also get along great. I’m so happy to know that they have eachother.

Just 2 days ago, my friend Emmelie also bought a horse! A warmblooded trotter called Boyen. So now, there’s four horses there that all get along great. It couldn’t get to a better start!

 

Here’s two pictures that Linnea took.

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Boyen (Big Boy Laday)

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The three best friends (Balk, Fordson and Clooney)

Today we celebrate!

It’s now officially signed and done. I’m renting out my house at Fällträsk to my dear friend Lina, contracts signed for a year to begin with!

We’re gonna build a stable and loose housing there, exactly like we want it! It’ll be SO amazing.

We’ll start our own blog for the farm itself, I’ll link it when it’s set up. There, you’ll be able to see what we’re working on and follow our progress.

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Free access?

In my ideal world, I would want to have free access of hay for Fordson.

Horses are supposed to eat around 18 hours a day, walking great distances looking for food and water. They’re built for that, so if a horse goes for more than four hours without food, their stomach acid can start causing irritation.

Nowadays, the hay is too good. If I gave Fordson free access he would get really, really fat. So sadly, that’s not an option.

At the stables I keep him at they get fed 4 times a day. 6am, 11am, 4pm and 9pm. One of the first things I did when I moved there was to suggest that we bought in straw – something they could eat when they ran out of hay that won’t make them overweight.

Luckily, I have amazing stable friends so we ended up buying 900kg straw that they always have placed out in the meadow in 2 slow-feed nets, plus in the box during the night.

Straw is really great, IF your horse eats it. Not everybody does, I noticed. But it gives them something to do and keeps their stomachs busy.

I strive towards a ”natural-like” way to keep my horse. In the future, my dream is to have a Paddock Paradise* with at least 2 outdoor shelters that has soft bedding so they horses can lay down there at any time.

It would have free access of hay in slow-feed nets, and the hay would be given 5-6 times a day. Preferably it would have forest in the meadow that provides natural shelter and a lot to do for the horses as well.

Maybe one day. Maybe soon.

 

*http://www.aanhcp.net/pages/welcome-to-paddock-paradise

Lovely visitors!

My sister was here over Easter, she lives in Stockholm so we don’t see each other very often. She brought her two kids and visited me at the stables! Neither of them had met Fordson before, so it was really nice that they came to see him.

Here are some pictures from the visit!

Aren’t they cute? Their names are Lorenzo and Leona.

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My horse life

I grew up in a city with parents who knew little to nothing about horses. I’ve always been the kind of person who loves every animal I laid eye on, so they let me start in riding school when I turned 7.

There, I was taught a lot of things…
Let the horse know who’s the boss!
He’s just being dumb, whip him!
Shorten the reins! You gotta have 1kg in each hand!

These were things I was told over and over again. At one point, I refused to whip my pony when he didn’t wanna trot. It ended up with the riding teacher picking up a wooden board that was laying around in the paddock for some reason and hitting him over his back with it, just behind the saddle. Of course, the pony panicked. He ran around and bucked until I flew off. I think that was the point where I grew a bit unsure while riding. I remember crying every time I was about to go to the stables for my weekly lesson, my parents had to force me. Once I was there, it was usually fine since it was my only way of spending time with horses – and I love horses.
I never really liked riding though.. Not like that.

In my riding group, I was pretty much an outsider. The other girls were really focused on the riding and honestly didn’t really see the horses as more than something you ride on. They would get praised by the instructor when the horse bent it’s neck – even though they pulled one rein at the time and ”sew” the horses head like that.

After 3 or 4 years of that, I finally switched to another riding school. There I had a much better instructor and I was taught to be fair to the horse, even though it was still a lot about leadership and being the one in control.

When I was 13, we found out I had become allergic to animals. I had to give my cat away and quit riding. That was easily the hardest time in my life. I, who had loved animals since I was born, couldn’t be around them anymore.

Luckily, my allergies turned out to get better through the years. (Thank god!) So when I was 17 or 18, I started riding again. This time, on a private horse.

That was the beginning of my new, improved horse life.

I’ll continue the story in another post, another day.

 

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Me (on the pony) and my relative who we visited a couple times a year. She’s always had horses and I was SO excited to go there every time!