I know I haven’t written about Baby Beasley in a while. My business is in the middle of the Christmas season so I have been bogged down at the office and working alot of late nights. Beasley, however, seems to be happy as a clam about it all. But, I do have a story to tell.
The other night, I had brought the horses in the barn. My deal is when they are settled, I unhook Beasley’s feed bucket and put it in the middle of the aisle. Then I let him out of his stall and he sort of dines al fresco (or is it el fresco) well, eats his grain in the aisle. He is able to wander all around, cribbing on everything and then coming back to his feed bucket, getting another mouth full. While this is happening, I muck his stall. Great for me because I can pick out his stall at my leisure. I have already mucked the other two horses and no one is outside clamoring to come in - much more relaxing. I can also watch everyone eat while I’m mucking. That way, I watch to see how they are eating...are they eating? How fast? Whatever? And Beasley has a great time poking around the barn and eating at his leisure. He does tend to bolt his feed so this actually slows him down tremendously. When he’s finished eating his grain, he eats communal hay cubes I put out and cribs. He can put his head over into Mary Ellen’s stall and eat some of her hay cubes, then explores around the barn and cribs. (Yes, he is a cribber but that’s another story. Incidentally, once I got over the annoyance at the sound...I now laugh hysterically because he always seems to crib as an exclamation point to things happening...Too funny, I’ll explain another time.)
Anyway, so I had Beasley out the other night and he was doing his thing. I had to sit down in between pitchfork fulls and rest for just for a bit so I watched his antics while catching my breath. Then all of a sudden he walks toward me, his ears pricked. He’s looking right at me with the most adoring look on his face...I reached out my hands....”Oh Beasley,” I say. Here I’m thinking...YES! My natural horsemanship has worked. We’ve built this relationship that everyone talks about between horse and human. A natural horsemanship relationship built laboriously on hours of trust and training...by me, your natural horsemanship trainer, your horse whisperer...I AM a horse whisperer. I’ve done it! I’ve trained him from the ground up. I’m congratulating myself all over the place... And he is coming to me, ears pricked, greeting me. So I say, “Beasley, are you coming to greet me, to give me a kiss?” He continues to look at me with his upper lip twitching right and left, then he purses his lips, lifts his tail and poops right there in the middle of the aisle. Then he turns and walks away as if to say....”Yeah, here’s your kiss, here’s your horse whispering, here’s your animal communication...” I know as I have said before in this newsletter, I’ve been had, just totally had as I write yet another $400 dollar check for feed, bedding, hay cubes, horse treats, accoutrements - all for Beasley’s comfort while I toil day in and day out to make money to serve...yes, I’ve lost my mind.... But I’m not alone......
JUNE V. EVERS is a 40-year plus horse person who readily admits to humilation from her horses when confronted with it. She adopted a Premarin baby at 18 months, named Beasley, which she is training to do....hmm, I do not know what but he is going to be good at it. He is currently 9 years old. June is also an author of eight horse books: The Original Book of Horse Treats, The Ultimate Guide to Pampering Your Horse, Anyone Can Draw Horses, Horse Lover’s Birthday Book, The Wonderful Life of Lola, The Squeamish Person’s Guide to Pulling Your Horse’s Mane, Mazes & Connect the Dots Volume 1 Horses and The Horse of My Dreams. She owns Horse Hollow Press. When not working, she is trail riding all over or attending clinics with Beasley. www.horsehollowpress.com