Wednesday, August 11, 2010
This is my oldest. He's a punk. He won't let me take video of him while he works with the horses. He won't even let me get a decent picture of him.
He's like his daddy in that regard. Doesn't want me to take photos of him or brag on him. Embarrasses him. Like I would embarrass somebody!
It's no secret I love horses and I think when I work with them I do okay. For the most part. I just have this small little hang up that keeps me from being really good at it. It's called emotions. Yeah! Go figure. A horse starts to act up and my mouth starts escalating like a siren and I'm giving the horse a what for!
"Don't you run over the top of me. You wanna see Alpha? I'll show you Alpha! You just signed a deal with the Devil donkey!"
I've said that before. True story. When you see a horse acting like a donkey and it hurts one of your kids, I tend to get a wee bit emotional. Just a tidge mind you.
Mr. B on the other hand. Corny though it may sound is a natural. A horse whisper if you will. A riled horse goes calm around him because Mr. B oozes calmness.
I love watching Mr. B train and ride horses. I could watch him for hours. He doesn't say much. He doesn't need to. The horses read his body language kinda like, duh, they do other horses. Unlike me who is very vocal. I can just see the horses in the paddock swishing their tails saying to each other, "What's that biddy yappin' bout today? Always yappin' that one."
Did you know you can dance with a horse? It's a beautiful dance when you have someone like Mr. B working with a horse. The eb and flow of their movements, working together. It's truly a beautiful thing to watch.
His hands. Watch his hands. So light always. Everything done with his body language, his eyes, and his legs when he's up in the saddle.
As I've watched Mr. B over the years working with horses I have come to a very solid conclusion. Mr. B is a lot like his daddy which means only one thing. He is going to make a great daddy someday.
I can tell, by the way he works with horses...