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The Gentle Touch

I am passionate about horses, and spending time with my horses has helped me reflect on how I deal with people and on my leadership.

It is not a spiritual journey. I don’t believe that horses are a more superior beings trying to help develop us towards a greater purpose or a higher evolutionary level, or that they have insight into our thoughts, or that we can communicate with them telepathically. Though there are some people who believe all these things. This is a personal reflection on my own learning that I shared once with some colleagues on a leadership course.

I have been passionate about horses for as long as I can remember. The photo below is of me with my mother and brother. I am on the coloured pony. Wow. No hats, no bridles and our feet don’t reach the stirrups! How things change.

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I was 46 before I realised my dream and bought my own horse, a lovely Welsh Cob called Jackobean (known as Beanie). My partner and I now have three; the Cob and two Icelandic horses, including the famous Little Viking Horse whose blog I have appropriated to post this.

I have found that just like my forty-two toy horses when I was a child, real horses are collectible! I have promised my mother that we will stop at three ….. 😉

Three Ponies

My partner, Roger is fond of saying that “horses are a lesson in humility”. When things are going well this reminds me not to be complacent, or to forget that the unpredictable can catch me out. But it is also good to remember this when things aren’t going as I intended. Before getting cross and reacting in possibly counter productive ways, I try to ask myself “why did the horse do that?”

Horses are prey animals, essentially when they see something they don’t immediately recognise they ask themselves “will it eat me?”, and make ready to run away – or sometimes run away first then turn to look to decide “will it eat me?”

With the exception of the Tahki in Mongolia, there are no truly wild horses in the rest of the world. All other horse breeds are created by humans, but all horses have kept this highly developed flight instinct.

Mongolian Horse
Mongolian Wild Horse

Though it is also true that Icelandic horses, bred for 1000 years in a country with no natural predators, seem less inclined to ‘leg it’ than other breeds when faced with the unknown.

Horses are also social animals and are very adept at reading body language and facial expression.

Relaxed Beanie
Beanie and I relaxing in the field

So my first lesson on being successful with my horses is that I have to be acutely aware of myself and the messages I am giving. If you get on a horse and tense up, breathing quickly, the horse will pick this up and, believing there is something to be scared of (will it eat me?), it is likely to run. It’s a bit like nuts and bolts really – if the rider is nuts the horse bolts!

The second thing I noticed is how important my focus is. I was riding up a country lane one Sunday and enjoying the view across the fields, my mind off in a world of my own. So having spent the last ten minutes staring off to my left I should not have been surprised when, on reaching an open gateway, Beanie promptly turned left into the field! How was he to know that I wanted him to continue straight up the road if my focus and attention was somewhere else? He just went where I was looking.

Gydja enjoying the view

 
Horses move away from pressure and are extremely sensitive. A horse can feel a fly on its back and twitch a muscle to dislodge it. In other words you don’t need a megaphone to communicate with a horse. If you apply a small amount of pressure, and keep it there until the moment horse makes the slightest effort in the right direction the next time less pressure is required. This is how an accomplished rider can move anyone one of his horses feet in any direction – and you will barely be able to see the rider move.

However the consistent use of excessive pressure, such as the ‘kick, kick, kick’ of an inexperienced or poor rider has the effect of “deadening” the horse to the cue. The communication gradually becomes less effective. Equally excessive and unjust pressure can be counter productive in other ways. Like the rider I observed at the Horse of the Year Show once trying to bully his horse around the course by hitting him with a whip at every jump. At the fourth jump the horse said “sod this for a game of soldiers” and slammed on the brakes sending the rider over the jump on his own – much to my satisfaction. (Editors note: he wasn’t hurt).

I try to understand the horse from the perspective of the horse, and it is perfectly understandable that Beanie, being a prey animal is reluctant to walk into our horse box. It’s a dark enclosed space from which he can not escape.

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Believe me if a half ton horse does not want to go into the trailer you can not achieve it by force. Using the principles I have outlined has enabled me to go from taking two hours to load my horse, to five minutes. Though, remembering that horses are a lesson in humility, I probably should not have told you that until after I have loaded him on the trailer for our next holiday!

Roger also says that every horse should have a job. To have success with a horse it is important to keep in mind what you want to achieve and work towards it. It could be as simple as riding out on your own. After all one definition of riding is “going in the direction you want, at the speed you want and keeping the horse between you and the ground”! Even this can be a challenge for some horse owners.

People are not prey animals so how does this translate into how we might to relate to people? I think what I have learned since having my own horses and spending so much time with them, is the importance of being aware of how what I do impacts on others.

Gentle approaches can more powerful than some people imagine.

My horse related lessons for leadership are:-
1. Be self aware and stay calm.
2. Be focused if you want others to follow – if you stop paying attention don’t be
surprised if you get unpredictable results.
3. Use the gentlest touch and reward the slightest try – if people are going in the right
direction quit nagging and don’t shout.
4. Reward people who are trying to do what you want – or they will stop trying.
5. Understand what motivates people and work with this not against it
6. Have a clear vision and build steps towards it

When I started this blog about my passion for horses – some of you may have made assumptions – so for the record – I don’t want to win any horse races, show jumping or dressage competitions – and I don’t hunt.

Gydja is my Icelandic mare.

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We are still getting to know each other – but if you want to know my vision for us take a look at this… We are a long way from this yet, but making small steps

Fleygurs' musings, Little Viking Horse Blog

Fleygur Immortalised!

A few weeks ago The Woman announced she had commissioned a model of me – I was to be immortalised!

My Mate Roger said I should not get over excited, and that The Woman was full of good ideas that didn’t always amount to much. My Mate Roger said I should wait and see the finished product. Big Fat Cob was unimpressed and My Mare Gydja just gave me one of her strange looks.

Trafalga squareBut I was already visualising my statue, I thought I could mount it in Trafalgar Square,

Some fans pointed out that it would get covered in pigeon shit. I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe it could be shown in the British Museum, it would be under cover and there are other status of small riding horses, which look a lot like they are tölting. I’d be in good company.09 01 12_0657

The Woman said the statue was under construction, and I had visions of a grand unveiling

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But the Woman also said I should not get carried away and it was more of a model than a statue. My mate Helgi said he would be disappointed if it wasn’t full size. I was getting a little worried myself.

But finally it arrived….in the post! Can’t be very big then (sorry Helgi)20130406-145714.jpg

The time for the grand unveiling had finally arrived…..me, at last, immortalised….20130406-145906.jpg20130406-150836.jpg

It’s cute don’t you think? Just what I had in mind.

Mini Fleygur made by Sheepycreations (on the left!) http://www.facebook.com/SheepyCreationsMini Fleygur

Me (on the right!)

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Fleygurs' musings, Little Viking Horse Blog

Big Fat Cob proves he really is Welsh

Last night dinner was late. Very late. My Mare Gydja, Big Fat Cob and I waited in the usual place, at the bottom of the ramp, but nothing happened. No rumbly Landy engine, no torch bobbing along the path, no clatter as the bolt on the gate is drawn Nothing. Nada.

My Mare Gydja said we should just move off to the night rest spot under the trees and forget about it. Big Fat Cob just kept staring at the gate. I was getting worried.

Then voices. My “Late” Roger and The Woman. What sort of time in this?

Apparently they had been watching a human ritual involving men in white shirts and men in red shirts fighting over a funny shaped ball. I said it wasn’t on and hay should take priority. But Big Fat Cob said he didn’t mind because Wales had won – and being Welsh himself that was the priority.

Strange attitude for a horse I thought, but by then I was too busy eating hay to comment
Fleygurs' musings, Little Viking Horse Blog

Boot Camp gets cancelled.

When I said, in a previous post that the thieves ‘took the gate off the hinges’, what I should have said they ‘took the hinges off’ ……by driving their vehicle through the gate – which was closed at the time! It was a scary moment but it did at least present the possibility that the dreaded “boot camp” at Helgi’s house would have to be cancelled. I do refute the suggestion from one of my friends that I arranged the theft to avoid boot camp. You humans do have to remember I am only horse. I know I am an Icelandic horse which makes me exceptionally clever and talented, but even I can’t engineer conspiracies with thieves to avoid boot camp.

However it appears that My Mate Roger was not to be thwarted, and that afternoon he reappeared with the trailer (helpfully recovered by West Mercia Police) and a pile of new locks! So it looked like boot camp was back on.

Then Friday evening My Mate Roger didn’t come with my hay as usual – which was strange. The Woman came instead, though she was late. My Mare Gydja was waiting at the top of the ramp instead of in her proper position 3rd in line, below the ramp. She was soon told to shift. Standing on the ramp when the hay is due is not permitted. Even I know that. This was made very clear to me following the “mug The Woman for hay” incident a few weeks ago.

The woman said the trip to Helgi’s house was cancelled as My Mate Roger had to go away on urgent family business. So it appeared boot camp was off again!

imageThings are really not as they are supposed to be this weekend My Mate Roger didn’t come again on Saturday.  The Woman came and told me to get off the ramp, and then took My Mare Gydja out – they went for a ramble on their own! I watched them get ready

“Where are you taking my mare? What about me? Where is My Mate Roger?”

I stood at the ramp and called and called as they went up the lane, but My Mare Gydja didn’t answer. Then Big Fat Cob told me to shut up as he was stood beside me, below the ramp, and I was neighing in his ear.image

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were gone ages – then I heard her hoof beats on the road, so I started calling again and Big Fat Cob joined in. I ran down to the bottom gate, but she had already gone past. So I galloped up the hill, with Big Fat Cob bucking all the way, to wait for her at the top gate….I got into trouble again for waiting on the ramp for hay…opps.

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“Oh it’s you. I am not sneaking up the ramp, honest!”

So now it’s Sunday – and its snowing, and there is still no sign of My Mate Roger. Boot Camp has definitely been cancelled, and instead I have had a whole weeks rest. Boy am I going to be full of beans next time me and My Mate Roger go for a ramble.

Fleygurs' musings, Little Viking Horse Blog

Helgi’s House

Some of you may remember when I launched Banana Day (it’s on my Facebook page). I did this because I had heard my friend Helgi liked eating banana and I demanded that I should have some. My Mate Roger, who is well trained duly turned up with a banana. I didn’t like it. Yuk. Horses shouldn’t eat bananas.Well, apparently The humans have been to visit Helgi and secured evidence that he does indeed eat Bananas. I can see I am going to have to visit Hegi myself and explain a few things to him!
Helgi eating banana