10.07.12: Impending Storms

Getting up on a Monday morning to discover a dead battery in the truck changed my plans for the day. I managed to get the truck over to the repair shop after Holly gave me a jump, and I ended up sitting there for a while until Craig could get a look at it. Unfortunately, they had to order the battery and didn't know how long it would take, so I asked them to take me home so I could at least get something done instead of being stuck in the waiting room for hours. I'm glad I went home, I was able to take care of a few things around the house as well.
I grabbed a bite to eat and decided to head out and get Storm out for a while. I stepped into the pasture and he looked up from over the hay feeder, and then stepped around the side bumping Wiston's rump out of the way in the process. He stood and watched me very focused, but remained where he was. Punkin came to say hello, and then wandered off again and as I moved a bit closer to Storm. I ended up wandering all the way to him at the hay feeder and swatted a nasty horse fly before slipping the halter on.
We headed into the barn to get some fly spray, and then down to the round pen to get started. I closed the gate and slipped his halter off again and returned to the center of the round pen and he stood to face me. About that time my phone rang, the car was ready, and they were on the way to pick me up. I asked for an extra half hour, and turned and repeated the process in reverse. Halter on, head up the hill get the fly mask, and return to the pasture. He was only a bit confused at this point.
Two hours later I was back to repeat the process for the second time of the day. I skipped the fly spray, and dropped his fly mask on the picnic table instead and headed back to the round pen. He started working fairly focused, though was reluctant to go to the left. I allowed him to start to the right, and asked him to step up when he would tip forward out of balance. He didn't seem to struggle as much to pick up the trot as he had in the past, but it was still fairly obvious that he was not moving as smoothly as he should be. There was progress, he wasn't throwing his head up as badly as he had before, and his muscles weren't getting as tense in his neck as he needed to before, and they were releasing much quicker to return to the correct place of balance.
I backed up to ask him to stop, and then sent him on to the left, which he did so reluctantly. By this time I was beginning to hear faint rumbles of thunder, and checked the radar to see a little storm cell blowing up south west of the city. I began the game to the left, asking him to step up when he would tip out of balance. After a couple tries, he got upset and spun to go back to the right, and I wasn't quick enough to block him and he bolted off to the right again. At this point the thunder was getting a bit more incessant and I knew that I just needed to wrap things up, and get him back up to the barn. He was still trotting around high headed and fast, and I began to back up towards the rail asking him to stop and face me. By the time he came around the side of the round pen and was facing me against the rail he stood for a moment, but then took off to the left again. I let him move around a little bit and then asked him to stop and face me again and this time he finally responded and stood. I turned to go to the rail where his halter was hung, and put it back on before taking him back up to the pasture again. It wasn't the greatest session, but he hadn't had a blow out the carbon freak out since the last official lesson, so I figured it was due. I was pleased that he responded to me after he started to freak out since I needed to interrupt his pattern.
Next Page:
10.07.16: Bonnie's Request