Well, he had been watching us take videos of some of the young stock and a few of the brood mares for a couple of weeks.
I carried a step ladder into the garden and climbed up with the camera. He did give me time to sit down and turn it on.
You might be able to tell that at the start I was having trouble changing the direction of the zoom fast enough and that the ladder could have been 4-5 feet farther back....
The clip is almost unedited, (there is a slight break of about 1.5 sec, I sneezed)
I used to think of draft horses as "plodding" until I saw my first Budweiser Clydesdale hitch. They were in a parade in Spokane, where I grew up. We had seen several teams of Belgians and Percherons kind of plodding along, and all of a sudden here comes this team of big horses positively FLOATING, feathers flying, looking for all the world as if they were floating on air! Then, a few years ago, I saw a jousting demo at a RenFaire using Friesians...wow! It's amazing how beautifully the big guys can move!
Does Norton go under saddle as well?
Redwolf
...agus déanfaidh mé do mholadh ar an gcruit a Dhia, a Dhia liom!
That song is so damned infectious it should have a warning label on it. Now I'm going to have that thing rattling off the sides of the cranium all morning.
djm
I'd rather be atop the foothills than beneath them.
cowtime wrote:Thanks for the link to the Icelandic Ponies. Interesting that they are naturally five gaited.
Yep. And the other interesting thing is that only a certain percentage of them are five-gaited. There are some who tolt but don't pace, and some that only walk, trot and canter. When you buy a youngster, you pays your money and takes your chances. My friend was thrilled when the filly she bought as a yearling (they're very slow maturing...not even close to adult until they're four or five) turned out to have all five gaits.
Redwolf
...agus déanfaidh mé do mholadh ar an gcruit a Dhia, a Dhia liom!
Redwolf wrote:Does Norton go under saddle as well?
Norton's training suffered. Long story
We did ride and drive his mother (she was almost a hand taller than he is...)
The wife driving Bridgette and Fanny with the farm wagon
We are driving Cass in a carriage like this one and waiting for Wonka to get old enough to team wit her. (Cass hates most every other horse) That's the 2nd long story...
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djm wrote:They're sort of like dwarf draught horses.
Cob is the old name. Today's marketing calls 'em many things. (warm blood, sport horse, etc.) They are part draft.
Horses split into two lines somewhere before the end of the last ice age. The hot bloods developed in northern Africa. The cold bloods lived in the woods that grew as the glacier moved north in Europe.
(note this is the 25 cent version)
djm wrote:They're sort of like dwarf draught horses.
Cob is the old name. Today's marketing calls 'em many things. (warm blood, sport horse, etc.) They are part draft.
Horses split into two lines somewhere before the end of the last ice age. The hot bloods developed in northern Africa. The cold bloods lived in the woods that grew as the glacier moved north in Europe.
(note this is the 25 cent version)
I like cobs. The ultimate "do it all and do it well" horse. Pull the farm wagon one day and fly across country after the hounds the next.
The first Morgan ("Justin Morgan," more commonly known in his day as "Figure") was a cob. It's sad to see how his descendants have been changed into ultra-refined show horses...almost like miniature American Saddlebreds!
Redwofl
...agus déanfaidh mé do mholadh ar an gcruit a Dhia, a Dhia liom!
this is a very sentimental song, performed by Frida Boccara in 1968. "cent mille chansons" = a houndred thousand songs. the text is sentimental nonsense, but the tune goes straight to your heart, that is if you happen to be a sentimental little puppy
this is a very sentimental song, performed by Frida Boccara in 1968. "cent mille chansons" = a houndred thousand songs. the text is sentimental nonsense, but the tune goes straight to your heart, that is if you happen to be a sentimental little puppy
there's hope for us all......what a dance team...he's 25, she's 84