I wish i could report that I'm making fabulous progress with breaking in my wild horses, but the truth is, I'm not. I barely have a spare second in the day to eat a sandwich, let alone play with my wild horses. With ruining riding camps, riding clients horses, and keeping my own competition horses in work, the days is over before you know it, Matai, Fern and Sonny, as well as all the other broodmares, foals and non-competition horses on the property get thrown some food, and get a quick once over, to make sure they still have four legs attached, and that's its.
My day starts early, with scoffing whatever i can carry with me as i go to check the horses, feed the broodmares, make sure all foals are accountable for, see that everyone else is still in the paddocks where i left them. Matai, Milo and the Shetland are thrown out in the paddock for the day together. muck out stables, then its off on 45minute drive to where I've been holding the camps.
Teach kids from 9am-4pm, usually combine this with riding what ever ponies are being broken in at the time, leading the kids out on a trek while riding the new break ins to give them experience and mileage. Yesterday then involved driving to another location to ride another two horses, nice horses and I'm getting paid to ride them so cant complain too much. Home hopefully by 7pm. Do chores, check mares and give foals a quick scratch. Finally ride as many of my own horses as i can before it gets to dark..
Somehow water my vege garden, finish chores and stumble inside before 10pm, cook dinner check emails, pat dogs and neglected cat. Crash into bed, get as much sleep as possible before starting all over again At 6am the next morning.
Luckily though, i have just finished the last riding camp for the summer, so next week i have scheduled into my diary time to break in that wild stallion of mine. I cant wait!! once they've had a couple of rides, the fun stuff can really begin. Matai is looking every inch the gleaming, muscled, healthy and glossy coated stallion, he is alive with vigour and vitality, the way he should be. He is not the scrawny thing that arrived all those months ago, something so fragile looking, that you felt the wind could blow him over. He is however still the very trainable, intelligent, willing to please self, his good health has not affected his attitude and desire to work for you.
Fingers crossed i will have ridden him at least a couple of times by this time next week...