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Post by lilnagy on Jan 14, 2010 13:59:20 GMT -5
I may have mentioned this story before, but last year I was on a trail ride with a hundred other people, some mounted and several wagons. There were 6 or 8 Norwegian Fjords in a group, all dun of course, and my wild born Kiger mare was frantic to keep them in sight! I had never seen her be so urgent about anything! She must have thought they were her long lost family!
We also have a mustang mare who at one point was bred a couple years in a row to a paint stallion, and she had darling black and white pinto babies. That was years ago, and she still reacts to seeing black and white paints! She whinnies and gets all excited. I am convinced they remember certain colors that are important to them. Lil
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dunbnwild
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Post by dunbnwild on Jan 14, 2010 17:08:34 GMT -5
Rain crawled through or jumped the fence at our pasture on her first night to get in with a bay tobiano gelding--she was just a weanling and her momma is a bay tobi so I'm guessing she thought Rebel was momma.
It was a good thing that he and the other gelding in with him were sweet on her! Not realizing she was in with the rowdy boys--I hiked all over the pasture I'd left her in--fearing that she'd somehow gotten out and lost or was stolen on her first night with us. I was grateful to see her in with them and unhurt.
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Post by sbutter on Jan 14, 2010 17:29:41 GMT -5
Lil, I do remember the story and I thought that it was pretty cool. Even some TB stallions will have problems breeding certain mares. I think it was Charismatic that would only breed gray mares, so they had to tease him with a grey mare in a dark room next to the mare he was supposed to breed. It took a long time for them to figure that one out.
On another note, I "sat" on Mojito today. We were all out in his pasture taking down a dead tree and during one of our breaks I noticed that he had laid down when the sun came out. I walked across the pasture to where he was laying upright and started talking to him. He did not make any move to indicate that he wanted to get up because I was near, so I started scratching on him. He has really started to shed, so clouds of hair were floating through the air while he sat there completely happy. I walked over to his backside and started rubbing it and started leaning on him a little bit. I watched his ears as he was listening to me fuss over him. Next, I turned around and leaned against him. He did not care at all and started to try to take a nap. So I sat very lightly at first, rubbing him up and down his neck and on his butt. I was able to sit on him like a chair with my feet on the ground and some weight on his back. I tried talking as much as I could and fussing over him like a person would on his back. Hawk stood over us as guard when he saw me first doing this. Mojito was completely relaxed and I had to go back to work. When I got up he rolled over and stretched out on his side in what looked like a little pile of snow from all the hair that came off. When we left the pasture with 3 trucks with huge piles of branches in the back and a tractor, he caulked one ear at them and kept on snoozing in his sunbeam. Latte thought it was a huge monster and he stood at a distance with nostrils flaring. It made me smile to see all the little personalities of the herd.
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