Perhaps I spoke too soon. Tuesday, I took Wonder, my four year old, out to the hay fields next door. It was a lovely day. I left the other horses out in their pastures. When Wonder and I were returning from our work in the field, we had the lovely pleasure of walking down the old logging road toward our arena. It separates our land from the cow and hay farm next door. It is framed by towering pines like a photo in an old story book. My lower pasture fence runs along one side. It is a beautiful space. But, on that day, it was the scene of the crime. Welle and Winnie saw Wonder returning from the rolling green hay field and decided to greet us along the fence with an explosion of enthusiasm. Bucking, neighing, and thundering forward, they screeched to a twirling rear near the fence just as Wonder and I hit the logging road. Wonder jigged, but stayed on the bit. Winnie and Welle decided that wasn't enough. They galloped away, full speed ahead. Then charged again. I felt Wonder's back hunch. She dashed forward. Before I could swallow another breath, she was on her hind legs. She hung there. I clung to her neck. She landed in a jig. We jigged 20 more feet to our arena. There she calmed down. I loosened the reins and we practiced free walk. I am working with too many babies, I think.
But, on a positive note. It is that logging road, with cows on one side and free roaming horses on the other, that gave me the opportunity to teach Welle the aids for passage. So, if you ever get to see Welle show her passage in the arena (soon maybe?) think of Welle snorting and "prancing" down that beautiful, precarious logging road! A death defying training opportunity.