Wednesday
Today I got down to the yard a bit late so when I got down there Pride was just finishing off the end of his feed. Once he had finished I went into the field and got Jazz. She walked down to the stables really quietly and we only had to do circles near the last gate because Jazz tried to pull me through the gate. I walked Jazz down to the tie up point and she behaved. We could still hear Pride calling to her. Jazz began to get a bit agitated and a lot more restless when she was tied up, for the past few days she had stood really quietly. We watched her, and she started doing small rears and pulling on her head collar until finally the baler twine broke. She trotted off to the gate, where Rosie, Ted’s daughter caught her. I got her back and led her back down, but she kept trotting in front of me and bucking. Eventually we got her tied up again. She was still unsettled so Mandy suggested that we lunge her from the head collar for 5 minutes to get some of the fizz out of her. She led her into the school and the rest of us, Rosie, Maria, Maria’s friend and I stood outside. Jazz was bucking so Mandy drove her on until she calmed down. We took her out again and tied her up. There was no silliness, she stood still. Once she had completely calmed down I brushed her over and put some fly spray on her. I again left her to stand still, then I put on her saddle and after a few minutes I put on her bridle and lunging cavesson. I asked Sonia to lead her in to the school and to lunge her for a couple of minutes. I then took over and the legs were put on. Jazz was a completely different horse. She was quiet and was listening to me and doing as I asked. A couple of times she didn’t stand when I asked so I drove her on and asked her again to stand and she did. We worked for about 20 minutes. I then led her out and she tried to pull me out of the school so we turned around and walked through again, this time she went through at my pace. I un tacked her, washed her down and gave her 4 treats. We went back over the field and it was like leading Tia over the field, she ambled along behind me, and she didn’t bat an eyelid when we walked inches from the cows.
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