Post by Anastasie Chevalier on Nov 6, 2013 19:45:37 GMT -8
Anastasie walked into White Oak and brought her beautiful Pinto, Arabian out of her stall. After giving the three year old a groom, she led her out to the pastures. The fact that she managed Red Willow and all of her horses' had stalls in White Oak always made the woman chuckle. After all, the idea of being a barn manager made one think that you would always be close to your own horses, not so much in Ana's case.
Walking down the path that led to the pastures, she was please to see how calmly the buckskin tobiano plodded along beside her. "Good girl." She praised when the mare came to a halt as birds flew out a bush to their left, but didn't react other than that. They carried on their way down to the end pasture and she led the mare in. "No, you can stand." She told the filly as Paris pulled against the lead rope as she was circled so that the woman could close the gate. "I know that you know why we are here, but there's no need to be rude about it." She latched the gate and walked the mare further into the pasture, taking the time to look around and see how many horses were around. Only spotting her Standardbred gelding, Cedar, and one other horse, Ana felt that this would be a great time to test the filly's ability to work at liberty with the distraction of being in the middle of a pasture.
Once they got to the middle, the woman let out the twelve foot lead she had on the horse's halter out, shaking it as she went to get the buckskin to move away from her. Taking a step toward the horse's hip, she got Paris to start trotting in a circle around her. After a couple of circuits in both directions, she called the horse in and removed the rope. She once again sent the youngster out and stepping toward her hip asked her once again to circle around her. Paris did well, until the other horse in the pasture walked over to see what was happening and broke the filly's concentration. Ana laughed and shook her head. She flicked the rope toward the youngster, the end of it tapping Paris' hip, causing the filly to look toward her and then walk up to her. "You did well, young one." She said as she rubbed the horse's forehead. "Go and play." As Paris trotted away to join the other horse, keeping away from Cedar, Ana stood in the middle of the pasture watching.
Walking down the path that led to the pastures, she was please to see how calmly the buckskin tobiano plodded along beside her. "Good girl." She praised when the mare came to a halt as birds flew out a bush to their left, but didn't react other than that. They carried on their way down to the end pasture and she led the mare in. "No, you can stand." She told the filly as Paris pulled against the lead rope as she was circled so that the woman could close the gate. "I know that you know why we are here, but there's no need to be rude about it." She latched the gate and walked the mare further into the pasture, taking the time to look around and see how many horses were around. Only spotting her Standardbred gelding, Cedar, and one other horse, Ana felt that this would be a great time to test the filly's ability to work at liberty with the distraction of being in the middle of a pasture.
Once they got to the middle, the woman let out the twelve foot lead she had on the horse's halter out, shaking it as she went to get the buckskin to move away from her. Taking a step toward the horse's hip, she got Paris to start trotting in a circle around her. After a couple of circuits in both directions, she called the horse in and removed the rope. She once again sent the youngster out and stepping toward her hip asked her once again to circle around her. Paris did well, until the other horse in the pasture walked over to see what was happening and broke the filly's concentration. Ana laughed and shook her head. She flicked the rope toward the youngster, the end of it tapping Paris' hip, causing the filly to look toward her and then walk up to her. "You did well, young one." She said as she rubbed the horse's forehead. "Go and play." As Paris trotted away to join the other horse, keeping away from Cedar, Ana stood in the middle of the pasture watching.