Other than that, Kestrel was perfect. My role is diminishing each session and I will soon be redundant. He is going out for rides with his friend Santi during the week and going further and further each time.
|Distancing ourselves - note the optimistic wellies|
|Going walkabout in the bush|
|Through the watersplash which was deeper than the optimistic wellies.|
This afternoon I failed. I had been asked to help with thirty year old cob cross Arab Harley who is nigh on impossible to catch by everyone. Everyone except his owner. Using clicker training she has managed to catch him consistently with and without a headcollar on for years now but he won't let anyone else do it no matter how well they try to emulate her.
|Coming to a whistle|
|Happily entering the corralled area|
|Caught within a second|
Harley was originally owned by travellers and then bought from the sales in Somerset by a riding school. His owner met him when she was twelve and he was eleven and without her he would never have been tamed and would probably have been put down. For the last nineteen years he has been practicing (and perfecting) his no with everyone else - and eventually people lose their patience and try to grab him, reconfirming everything he thought he ever knew about humans.
|Look, I know how to clicker treat too.|
|I thought I would give you a lovely rub about here...|
|...no, I don't think so.|
With limited facilities (non electrified electric fencing and low rails) I had to avoid putting pressure on him as he would have just left and learned how to leave.
|Clipped on by K I could at least prove I know how to touch a horse nicely...|
|...and begin to clip on and off, taking care not to grab with the clip...|
|...and then click and treat.|
|Two years ago, before he retired. Soul mates.|
"Thank you so much for coming out today, maybe not 100% success but it was nice to get the opinion of a professional." KB