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January’s Bucket Fund Receipt, an UPDATE ON BODHI and an ATTA BOY!

Friday, February 3rd, 2012
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Last month our Bucket Fund recipient was Harley, the skinny draft horse who needed eye surgery.

You wonderful readers came through again to donate a bit over what he needed for surgery – which was wonderful as it helped with his aftercare.  All the good thoughts, forwards and donations were such a lovely human gift to start the year.  Yay!

Harley is doing very well and Dr. Ryan said the eye looks healthy and cancer-free!  I will keep you updated.

*Theresa continues to try to get the buddy from the farmer.  So far, no luck.  But, I will let you know if she is successful.

Our January Bucket Fund receipt for Harley!

 

A photo taken today of Harley... he looks GREAT! Thanks to BHFER and all his supporters, he will have a wonderful new life.

 

UPDATE ON BODHI

Some of you have been asking for an update on Hubby’s draft cross, Bodhi, who we leased to family friends several months ago…

He’s doing great!

Initially, Bodhi was to be partnered with the tall and growing boyman of the family.  Well, Bodhi is so well loved, he has been partnered with the entire clan!

Yup, the smallish girl rides him English, the larger boyman rides him Western and the Dad just rides him any way he wants.

Yippee!!

I asked for pics today and Mom sent several (How fortunate that they happened to be gearing up for a lesson when my email came through to them!).

Unfortunately, the boyman was not available today so he is absent from the photos of this morning’s lesson.

Here you go!   Fresh of the presses photos of BODHI!

 

Ahhh... a 12 year-old and her horse, riding bareback. Perfect. (Bodhi and smallergirl)

 

Smaller girl loving on Bodhi before her ride.... (in sunny San Diego)

Bridling (she's standing on a box...)

 

Mounting...

 

Trotting like a good boy...

 

A little movie of their trot together... (Mom was VERY helpful today in journaling their lesson!)

 

Proud Papa rides Bodhi whenever he can... nice.

 

THANK YOUs…

Thank yous to ALL OF YOU for helping with our new February Bucket Fund “The Many” drive which started yesterday.  Already (as I write this) we are over a quarter of the way there!  Wahoo!!  What a way to take a horrible situation and shine a loving light upon it.

Everyone handling and caring for the horses is very enthused by your support and overwhelmed with gratitude, as am I.

Atta Boys all around!

To read the story, click here.  To donate, click the photo below.

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The Comeback Kid. Against all odds… NEVILLE BARDOS!

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
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I am not an Eventer.

To be honest, some of those hazards really scare me.  I swear, cross country jumps look like the humans totally lost their marbles while setting them up…  And, when I read about horses going down at a jump (and never recovering), I get angry.  (A topic for another day.)

Having said that, I do find myself ooohing and ahhhhing over the profound athleticism of these horses and riders.  For me, I think it is admirable that any human and horse could have enough talent and train so diligently to compete in one event, let alone three (dressage, show jumping AND cross country).  Wow.

Today, I’d like to introduce you to the Eventing horse NEVILLE BARDOS.

Everybody loves a comeback story…

His profile

 

THE BEGINNING

It seems that Neville was bred as a racehorse in a very prestigious Australian barn.  Neville’s sire was an American stud who had been flown over for the year to do as much as he could during that breeding season.

Anyway, Neville wasn’t too great of a racehorse.  So, he was then repackaged as a jumper. However, he must not have shown much promise because nobody bought him as a jumper either.  But, just by happenstance, Boyd Martin was hanging out the day Neville was last tried.  Boyd was recovering from a broken leg so he was hanging around, watching the goings ons.  When the prospective buyer didn’t want Neville, his seller said that the horse was going to the slaughterhouse.  At that, Boyd offered $850 and Neville was his.

 

Neville. (I love his forelock.)

 

TRAINING

Training didn’t start out too terribly smoothly.  His first show was a disaster…  Ridden by Boyd’s wife, Silva, here is what they said about that day:

“Neville started his eventing carrier with Silva in late 2002.  It started terribly at the first event with Silva falling off at the second fence.  It took 15 minutes to catch him, but Neville did complete the course!”

Anyway, it got better after that, obviously.  They had an ingredient change… that change was Boyd Martin.  Boyd would ride Neville.

Happy Camper.

 

SHOW CAREER

Things got waaaay better for Neville and Boyd Martin.

I don’t know much about these shows or events except that they are prestigious.  I will list them here:

In 2006, Neville started showing great promise winning the Coffs Harbour CIC**, and then going on to win Melbourne CCI**.  He was later imported to America at the beginning of 2007.  He ran a credible 11th in his first CCI*** at Jersey Fresh and then in the fall of 2007 he had his best performance yet.  He came an amazing 4th at FairHill CCI ***.  In 2008, Neville hit the international stage, placing 9th at Rolex Kentucky CCI****.  He was short listed for the 2008 Bejing Olympics.  His results to date stand for themself! He won Fairhill CCI*** in 2009, and then went on to place 4th at the Rolex CCI**** in 2010. After that, he was named on the US team for the World Equestrian Games. He ended being the highest place US horse, placing 10th against the best of the best at the WEG

Winning Rolex

 

MEMORIAL DAY, 2011

 DISASTER

(paraphrased from a story I read in EQUESTRIAN magazine – Jan 2012)

Boyd and his herd had just moved to the US to continue his career.   On the evening of Memorial Day, he was fast asleep.

Then the phone rang.  His barn was on fire.

When Boyd reached the barn he tells of watching the humans watch one of their beloved horses burning in the aisle.  There was nothing the firemen or any of the helpless humans could do but stand there – memory Boyd will never forget and one that still haunts him to this day.

The emotion Boyd felt in that instant pushed  him to enter the burning barn.  He said it was totally black with smoke.  Boyd cannot remember any of the details of what was going on around him, only his search to find his horses.

Here is what he said:

“I went into one stable and I could hear the gurgling noise in the corner and I put my hands out and I felt a horse’s shoulder.  I ran my hands up the horse’s neck and I felt a windsucking collar and right then and there I knew where I was and what stable I was in.”

Neville was a cribber.  Boyd was in with Neville.

The aftermath.

 

THE RESCUE

Neville had been trapped in the fire for 45 minutes and didn’t have enough air to move himself.

(another excerpt)

“I couldn’t move him.  but then, like a ghost out of nowhere pops up Phillip (Dutton)- it seemed like he just appeared out of nowhere.  He said ‘pull his had that way’ and he put his arms round him, sort of like someone loading a horse into a starting stall at the start of a race.  I started pulling Nev down the breezeway and Phillip got his shoulder in behind him and pushed him.  We dot him out of there and I handed him off and I thought if I can get one, I dan get another one.  So I went back in and I held my breath as deep as I could.  I got to another stable door but that stable ws empty.  I was starting to spin.  I started feeling like I was going ot lose consciousness – the smoke was that thick – so I dived out and laid on the ground gasping for air and I remember seeing Phil there doing the same thing.”

Can you even imagine?  Tragic.

 

Neville was caught in the fire for 45 minutes. He couldn't move. Boyd heard Neville gurgling in the corner of his stall...

 

NEVILLE RISES!

It is a bit unbelievable really.  This horse had suffered severe smoke inhalation.  His lungs and throat were charred.  The vets at Bolton Center said he shouldn’t be standing upright with the amount of oxygen circulating in his system yet Neville was standing there – eating.  In fact, the vets re-did all their tests because they were sure they must have received incorrect results.

Nope.  Neville was very, very sick.  He just didn’t know it.

In fact, immediately thereafter Neville started (continued) cribbing on anything he could find, even though it had to have hurt so badly!  Neville’s throat had burns all the way down his esophagus and windpipe.  When the scope accidentally brushed against the side of his trachea, it bled.

But, he continue to eat and suck.  Atta boy!

Wow.

 

WHY NOT?

Five horses had been saved, six were lost in that fire.  Everyone felt incredible losses.  Owners, trainers, handlers and the horses who had survived would be scarred for life.

Except Neville.

With everyone feeling horribly, Neville was the crusading cheerleader.  He ate, he drank, he cribbed and he yearned to get outside his stall and MOVE!

So, the vets decided to go with it.  Why not send Neville to a hyperbaric chamber (high levels of oxygen – you can read about HBOT here from a previous blog) to speed up his healing and see what would happen?  So they did.  Every day.  And to everyone’s surprise, Neville started healing – rapidly.

What happened next was pretty amazing…

 

Neville wanted something to do so Boyd saddled him and rode around for 5 minutes...

A MONTH LATER… (another excerpt from Boyd’s interview)

“Something just told me that Imight as well start riding this horse, so I get on him and his ears are pricked and he’s happy.  He was still doing the hyperbaric chamber every day.  I got this feeling that the old horse was OK – part of being a good horseman is reading your horse’s spirit.  His spirit ws there ad he had spring in his stride.  I was lucky the biggest guider in this whole thing was Dr. Keane, who’s a very practical vet.  I didn’t really have a splan, but he kept on passing all th tests.  We just took it one day at a time.  Before I knew it we did a five-minute trot – he kept on feeling goodand positive and happy.”

And then Boyd got the idea that this horse could compete in the 2011 Land Rover Burghley Horse Trials, just a few weeks away on Labor Day.

Survivors

 

SOME BACK STORY… AND THE TRAINING

Neville was in the barn at the time of the fire because he was on stall rest.  He had injured his shoulder two months prior.  Then Neville endured the fire and recovery.  So, in essence, this horse had been out of commission for 4 months.

Now, they had 8 weeks to get him in tip-top shape.

Neville was game.  He thrived.  It was awesome.

So they flew to England for the race.

Neville, the hurt and burnt, recently rehabilitated horse came in a roaring 7th!  A HUGE victory and the crown erupted.

So they continued…

Fit as a fiddle!

 

WORLD WIDE RECOGNITION

And then it happened on January 12th of this year…

 

Wow!

Nice.

 

WHAT’S NEXT?

The horse who was once destined for slaughter and then survivied a barn fire is now hoping to find a seat on the 2012 US Olympic Equestrian Team.

(As an aside from a lay person… is it possible that his wind sucking cribbing habit strengthened his respiratory system to where he was stronger to withstand smoke inhalation and recover more rapidly?)

Hmmmm.

Anyway, winning a spot on the Olympic Team sounds like a walk in the park after all he’s been through, eh?

Amazing.

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A Newsy Day! Rachel Alexandra is a Dam, A Fleet of Angels and Results of the Equion Trial!

Thursday, January 26th, 2012
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Today I wanted to tell you about a few exciting newsy items!

RACHEL ALEXANDRA IS A MOM!

I not a huge racing fan, but I did stop and take note of Rachel Alexandra… she was/is awesome!  And, now the famous filly is a dam!

Yup, baby colt was born on January 22nd!

Baby Colt was born January 22nd!

He has his own FB page however I’m not sure who is running the FB page.  I do know that Stonestreet Farms, where he was born, has a few pics up as well as a video.  Baby doesn’t have a name yet but you can follow his growth here.

A very healthy baby!

With a Sire like Curlin and a mom like Rachel, this baby has a nice path carved already.  Won’t it be interesting to see how he grows and what skills he develops?!   WELCOME!

Click to watch the video of his first steps!

 

I thought this was very clever!

 

Also, in case there any other people living under a rock like myself… Rachel Alexandra is owned by the people who started the Kendall-Jackson vineyards.  Silly me, I didn’t know this until today.

I will have to research and find out if Stonestreet Farms and Kendall-Jackson support any TB Rescues.  KJ owns several wine divisions and a few have horses on the labels… so I’m guessing there is some giving back somewhere.

Sadly, Rachel’s owner, Jess Jackson, passed away last year.  I’m sure that this is a joyous day for his family.

 

MEET “A FLEET OF ANGELS”

 

I love this shot... I've seen it before but I forget which 'save' this was... I remember that many volunteers lined up to remove horses that were set for slaughter. It was a glorious, successful plan that I ineptly forgot all the details. If you know the story, please let me know!

 

OK, this is a great idea that I hope grows huge, wide wings!

Fleet of Angels is a network of regular people who can either transport, house or otherwise assist in moving endangered horses.  Hopefully, with a nationwide net, more horses could be saved more easily by assisting in their placement.

I have a good feeling about this organization because it looks, well… organized.

So, take a look at the website and sign up, if you feel moved to do so!

Click image to go to the website

 

EQUION TRIAL (no affiliation)

A while ago, I wrote a post about equine lice.  (You can read it here.)

In that post, I thought my pony, Slick, had lice.  EEECH!  But, upon inspection and education, I realized that he didn’t have lice, just dandruff.

This is Slick's mane on Dec 15th. It looked like Lice but it was dandruff. Eech.

But how in the world did he get dandruff?

All I knew was that all the grooming in the world would not fix it.  Dandruff comes from within.  It is a skin/scalp issue.  What was I doing differently in his feed for him to develop dandruff?

And then it occurred to me.  AHA!  I had run out of Equion a few months prior and hadn’t reordered.  That was the first time in probably 15 years that I had run out and not reordered!

So, on a hunch, I ordered more Equion and fed it to him religiously.

I didn’t wash his mane, use any product or alter any other part of his regular feed in the last 5 weeks.

And look!  His mane is healthy and dandruff-free!

The only difference is Equion.

This is Slick's mane today... after 5 weeks of Equion.

 

I cannot remember who first told me about it, but I tried Equion about 17 years ago and was hooked.  It was the first supplement I ever purchased!  This product is no-frills packaging, relatively inexpensive and is a nice, simple, everyday supplement that totally makes a difference.  I’m not a chemist but whatever is in it, does help their systems absorb nutrients, keeps the coat and feet healthy and also spit shines the reproductive tracks on my mares (when I was breeding).

As I’ve said before, my trainers always asked me what I gave to my horses to make them all look so good.  I told them Equion! I swear!  (And you know trainers hate to ask owners for tips…)  ;)

I have no affiliation.  Here is the Equion website.  They are great people and will take care of you!  FAMILY OWNED!

 

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Slick and Dodger both have their healthy manes back... they have been restarted on Equion since Dec 15th. No special grooming, just good food.

 

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When Boarding your horses is a really, really good idea…

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012
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I am totally drenched.

Totally.  Head to toes.  Sloppy, soppy, wet.  I have hay bits stuck in a pulpy schmear all over my supposedly waterproof jacket.  I’m hot under all these layers.  My mouth has some liquid mud running into it from when I wiped my brow with my sodden glove.  There is an oozing channel under my nose and my hat is still stuck partway over my right eye from when I had my hood on top of it.  And, somehow, my arms are wet under my coat.

Right now, the idea of boarding my horses sounds, really, really good.

GOOD MORNING!

Let me digress.

The alarm went off this morning and I knew that the wind and rain had been battling it out all night.  Yay.

Actually, the wind and rain have been in heavy competition for three days now.  You’d think they would have had enough crying and blowing for this week but NO, it continues.

Anyway, that’s all fine when I’m cozy under my comforter… but when the day arrives and the onslaught is still in extreme mode, I know it is going to be a messy, messy day.

WHOOSH!

I had to face it and join the elements in order to feed my charges.  So, I donned my protective gear.

My favorite piece is my long jacket with an eskimo hood.  Under that, I wear a few layers (TUCKED INTO MY FLEECE PANTS – not a fashion statement but necessary), I wrap a warm scarf around my neck, put on thick socks, pull up my tall muck boots (that I love) and add a fuzzy hat for good measure.

I’m Ready to Feed even though Mother Nature dares me not to.  I ventured out the front door.

Whooosh!  The wind flattened be against the veranda as I clung to the pillar for support.

The dogs, who ran outside with me as they normally do every morning, quickly turned tail and begged to go back inside.  Since I hate dealing with drenched dogs more than I hate dealing with drenched me, I let them back in.

Today, I would go it alone.

OK, it wasn't really this bad but... kinda.

REMI AND ROJO

The first pasture that I can barely locate through the pummeling rain is Remi’s.  I had just put Rojo in there with her the day before and I was worried that he wouldn’t know how to use a shelter.

Evidently Rojo learned a thing or two last night because as I drew closer, I could see them both huddled inside their tin roofed and incredibly noisy shelter.  You can see the rain pelting it in this photo.

Rojo and Remi peer out at me. The rain punishes their tin roof (and my head).

 

HOW AM I GONNA FEED?

Since my ranch is on a hill, all the water runs downhill, past everyone.  This constant flow creates a slick film on top of the soft dirt – a perfect setting for a Laurel and Hardy slapstick comedy.  The ground is a slippery, sloppy, muddy, nasty mess.  I really should wear a headcam when I feed in the rain…

Anyway, I arrived at the barn and it was flooded.  perfect.

Not only has the wind been blowing non-stop, but it has been blowing directly INTO my barn carrying Shamu-sized puddles with it.  There was no way I could feed on the ground.

I decided to put up feeders on the rails so that I could watch the wind carry off the hay the horses didn’t dump on the saturated ground.

Oy, the barn is totally flooded.

Gwen, ever the lady, voraciously pulls at the hay in the bag and scatters it all over the ground. The wind takes the rest. Great.

 

SILLY ME!

Silly me, I thought it would be a good idea to put Tess in the barn last night since she is older and I wanted to protect her – as well as keep her from keeping everyone else out from her overhang.

When I arrived at the barn, not only was it flooded, but Tess was standing on her tippy-toes as she moved around the ewwww mess.   Of course, it wasn’t too ewwww for her not to lay down in it.  Ugh.  She was matted and muddy and disgusting – just how she likes it – doused in Eau de Barn Floor.

Deciding to deal with Her Highness later, I found a high, dry spot in the corner and threw her some hay so that I could get her out of the way while I figured out how to feed everyone else.

*Just as an aside, A few months ago when I started hoarding hay for the winter, I made the bright choice to use the stalls for excess hay storage.  Hmmmm.  Doesn’t seem like such a great idea right now…

Anyway, with the hay barn door open and my arms full of hay, I proceed to feed everyone – one way or another.

I find the one dry spot in the barn and put down some hay to get Tess out of the way.

 

I remember my traveling hay bin that was in my trailer... I filled it and hung it on Remi and Rojo's shelter. Sink or swim, you two...

 

Even though they each had a feeder full of hay, they ate together with their hineys towards the wind.

 

I then proceeded to clock myself, once again, with this %$##@ branch. I do it every time I wear my hood. I can't see it so I walk right into it - every time! And, since it is the middle of feeding chores, I forget to fix it - always!

 

I fed the ponies and Norma, only to see that they had remodeled their enclosure once again. They hate any walls on the far side so they gnaw at it until it falls to the ground and then they dance on it.

 

I hit my head once again on the *^&$^$% branch before I reached the barn for more hay - where I discovered that I really needed to dig out the French Drain which was overflowing and not working at all... later.

 

I attempted to bring 3 flakes up to Finn, BG and Wrigley's shelter but they mauled me as I entered their paddock. In a eskimo hoody blind spastic throw move, I tossed the three flakes as close to the trees as possible and then headed back to the barn for more.

 

With more hay, I trudged up to Finn's shelter. Funny...I've always told myself that I didn't need a 4-wheeler - better exercise to walk. Regretting that now. Anyway, I see that water is running into their shelter so I grabbed all the tripyou rocks I could find to weigh down their flapping walls.

 

I then notice our new 'seasonal creek' that is rushing through the ranch... that will be a nice addition for the brochure when we sell, I'm sure.

 

And the new water feature... I have half a mind to crawl around in there and look for gold - we are in 49er country after all...

 

Ahhh, our newly constructed fresh water pool!

 

For any of you who have pulled your foot out of your boot and then stuck your foot back in a cavernous mud hole, you know why I took this pic. "Phew" is all I can say...

 

The barn door was warped from the rain and was really HEAVY so I used my boot to arrrrrrghhh Incredible Hulk slide it shut. Fun.

 

My last duty for the morning, I pushed Remi and Rojo's feeder towards the back of their shelter. They seemed happy.

 

As I head back towards the house, Bagerra rubs on my leg. I was tempted to pick her up and use her as a towel.

 

My totally soaked jacket and boots... but like an IDIOT, I left them like this and my dripping coat drained straight into my boots. So, when I went out to feed later, my boots were soaked INSIDE. oy.

 

As I emerge from the mud room, I see Shiva and Bagerra begging to come in. Bagerra lives in the haybarn where she is high and dry, safe and warm.

 

Since I'm incredibly soft, I cave and let her in....

 

And THAT is why today boarding seems like a really, really good idea.

 

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The Old Guard, Caisson Horses and Caisson Horses for Adoption!

Thursday, January 19th, 2012
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(Originally posted 12/19/2110)

I guess I’m on a Military Horse bender…  First it was Comanche which led me to Black Jack who led me to the Old Guard and Caisson horses.

CAISSON HORSES

A Caisson horse is one of the 6 horses that is hooked to the caisson which is the cart that holds the casket of a fallen and ranked soldier.  You’ve probably seen the image of a Caisson.

Caisson Platoon

THE OLD GUARD

This is something I didn’t know…  the Old Guard is responsible for the Military Caisson horses.

Actually, I never really knew anything about the Old Guard.  Do you?  Well, if you are as ignorant as I was about the Old Guard, I’ll fill you in…

The Old Guard

“The Old Guard” is a term used for The 3rd U.S. Infantry, which is the Army’s oldest active infantry regiment, predates the Constitution, tracing its origin to 1784. The unit was designated the official ceremonial troop of the Army shortly after World War II, by President Truman, and is stationed at Fort Myers, Virginia.  Here is a brief history of the Old Guard:

“Created in 1784 as the First American Regiment, The Old Guard was established after the Paris Peace Treaty of 1783, which stipulated that the United States would maintain a military force to protect land west of the Appalachian Mountains.


After the First American Regiment participated in the War of 1812, COL John Miller took command. Because he was ranked third most-senior officer in the Army, the unit designation became the 3rd U.S. Inf., in keeping with Miller’s status, said Kirk M. Heflin, the director of the 3rd U.S. Inf. (The Old Guard) Museum.


The 3rd Inf. played a vital role in the Mexican War in 1846, Heflin said. After taking Mexico City, the unit had the honor of marching at the head of its brigade as the American troops entered the Mexican capital.


“It was there that the Army commander, MG Zachary Taylor, turned to his staff as the 3rd Inf. passed and said, ‘Gentlemen, take off your hats to The Old Guard of the Army,’” said Heflin.
Today The Old Guard, which has proven its worth in battle, has a two-fold mission — to protect America’s capital and to pay final tribute to America’s heroes.”

Ceremonial duty

I wouldn’t say they get to do “fun” jobs for the Army, but they do perform the unusual tasks like Color Guard, Guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (very impressive…check out this link) and the maintenance and performance of the Caisson Horses.

What is interesting about the Old Guard maintaining the Caisson horses is that most of them come into this not as horsemen but as infantry.  They have to learn.  Besides horsemanship, these men train constantly.  They must learn how to ride, how to ride in the correct posture, how to sit in the saddle properly and how to ride in the procession.  Drilling and training is non-stop, both for the horses and the men.

The White Team

I think this must be good, to train all the time.  First off, this helps both horse and rider (or handler) become familiar with each other, but also trains the men quickly.  Since the men rotate out every 18 months, unions have to be created rapidly.  So, constant training helps here.  Also, both new men and new horses can’t possibly know how to do this task (Caisson procession) since it is unique to the Old Guard.  Everyone has to learn… and practice, practice, practice.

BACK TO THE CAISSON HORSES

The horse has always been important in the military.  First he pulled the carriages of important government officials, then he carried the mail and of course, he became the distinguished and brave Warhorse.  But, then the automobile came into play and the military horse became more of a symbol during ceremonial functions.  These symbolic military horses who walk in uniform during parades or draw a caisson (cart carrying a casket of a fallen soldier) are called Caisson Horses.

Somber

These horses are cared for by the Old Guard.

I stumbled upon some photos taken by LIFE MAGAZINE while they visited the Old Guard stables.  Fancy.  It was clear that these military men take as much pride in the stables as they do the coin bouncing on their tightly sheeted bunk.

The stable

The horses are groomed, bathed and bedded each day.  The tack is cleaned and shined.  They even ‘tumble’ their brass fittings.  I found this remarkable.  Inside the stable tack area, they have a huge barrel that is mounted sideways with a crank.  They put solution in there and tumble the brass so it comes out polished and shiny like those rocks at gem shows!

Comfy, large horse

Tack Room

I’ve added some candid shots of the guys with the horses.  To me, these photos speak to the pomp, warmth and grandeur of these well manicured and well maintained equines.  And, it also shows that these men have genuine affection for their charges.  Nice to know since they troops are rotated out every year and a half.  Kinda sad… but at least never boring.

Readying the Riderless Horse

Farriers

Their only duty is to care for these horses

Buds

CAISSON

What is a caisson or how did the name come into play?  Here is an explanation:

“The caissons were built in 1918, and used for 75mm cannons. They were originally equipped with ammunition chests, spare wheels, and tools used for the cannons. Today these have been removed and replaced with the flat deck on which the casket rests.”

Beautiful and very sad

THE RULES

The rules of the caisson procession through Arlington National Cemetery are strict.  Silence.  The only sounds heard are the hooves of the seven caisson horses.  Soldiers sit on only the three left-sided caisson horses because tradition had the right-sided horses carrying supplies.  They are paired into three teams – the lead team is in front, the swing team follows, and nearest the caisson is the wheel team.  There is an additional seventh caisson horse who not harnessed.  He is ridden alongside the front left carriage horse to guide him.  All the soldiers stand ramrod straight and stiff.  The horses are to walk very slowly, which can be difficult.

Ronald Regan's funeral procession

COLOR OF CAISSON HORSES

Black or white (grey).  That’s it.  If you are born a bay, you better choose another profession.  Although, when I look at the above photo of President Regan’s funeral, they look like brown or bay horses.  Dunno.  Could be the lighting.

Sweet

Actually, in the beginning, the caisson horse had to be black – same with the caparisoned horse (riderless horse).  But, on June 9, 1981, ten Lipizzan horses were donated to the Caisson Platoon. The horses were accepted on behalf of the Army by the Secretary of the Army John O. Marsh, Jr., during a ceremony at Summerall Field, Fort Myer, Virginia. The Lipizzans are used to make up the “White Horse Team” for use in military funerals in Arlington National Cemetery.

Famed for their grace, intelligence and great strength, they were a lead element in the inaugural parade for President Ronald Reagan and Vice President George Bush.

The bridle

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY RETIRE?

Ummm.  Well, that is up to us, really.  You see, the retired Caisson Horses are adopted out.  In fact, there are several who need adopting right now!  Here is a link to the website.

What I like about this adoption procedure is that EVERY HORSE HAS A VET MEMO attached to their photo page.  That means you can read what the military vet has to say about each horse.  I read through them and they were very candid.  Refreshing.  And, since there is protocol, ALL the horses have well maintained records and are cared for routinely.  Every horse is on a shot, worming and farrier rotation.  Also good to know.

Here is what the website says:

“The Caisson Horses of the Old Guard participate in all Army, Air Force, and Marine Corps Full Honor’s Funerals performed in Arlington National Cemetery. These magnificent animals serve with the men of the Caisson Platoon daily to ensure final honors are given in a dignified, professional, and respectful manner; and they love their job. Each Caisson horse offered for adoption has served on average for over a decade. During the course of their service they participate in thousands of funerals for our nations heroes. Because of the long and distinguished service of each and every horse in our stables, the Old Guard has introduced the Caisson Horse Adoption Program to ensure each horse is rewarded with a great home following its well earned retirement.”

Underneath, they are just horses... wonderful horses

THE CAISSON HORSES READY FOR ADOPTION RIGHT NOW

These horses are housed in Virginia, obviously.  But, I’m sure they know how to travel…  ;)   And, I kinda think it goes without saying that they must handle fairly well and have had extensive training…  I have no idea about their riding ability but you can ask the Old Guard… Here is their contact info:

Platoon Leader Platoon Sergeant Operations Sergeant
CW4 Anthony DiRenzo
Phone: 703-696-3568
Send an E-mail
SFC James Dean
Phone:
Send an E-mail
SSG Travis Nielsen
Phone:
Send an E-mail

I’ve listed the horses presently on the Adoption page and added their photos.  For more information, go to the website.
Bo, 10 Year old Percheron

Bullet, 10 Year old Percheron

George, 14 Year old Percheron Quarterhorse

Gordy, 11 Year old Percheron

Justin, 12 Year old Percheron

Bo

Bullet

George

Gordy

Justin

Cool, eh?

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