By the time I finally made it outside to play with my horses, the rain had stopped, the mist had lifted, and the sun was breaking through the clouds.
The pasture was too muddy to venture, so I played a liberty game with the horses in the arena. The sand was heavy from the rain with big puddles everywhere and left over slush. The horses treated me with casual indifference, not really interested in moving. I could drive them quite easily, but drawing was difficult. Sterling was far more cooperative than Monarch. I think he’s lonely, missing his girl who’s off to college. At one point I got Monarch to follow my draw, but as he got close, he nipped my jacket pocket, where he expected to find a treat, and then charged off. I tried it again, but only got another charge. He really didn’t want to play.
Instead of getting mad at Monarch or feeling sorry for myself because my horse told me he didn’t want to play, I went into the curiosity frame, and looked at the situation from 2nd person, my horse. “Hmmm, what might Monarch be thinking….” For the past two months my interactions with my horses has been to feed, check water, feet, and blankets. Monarch has stopped seeing me as his partner; I’m just the waitress.
I needed to change the focus from food. The arena footing was really too terrible to do any groundwork in reestablishing a sense of partnership, so I followed the horses back to the gate just to “be” with them, rubbing their faces and scratching their necks. Cimarron, our cute rescue cat, joined our lovefest.
The interaction between cat and horses was irresistible; I grabbed my camera.
I’m wondering about the cat/predator—horse/prey relationship….. Horses are amazingly adaptive animals. Humans were originally predators of horses too.
At least someone wanted to play!!