The Newsiest News

January 30th, 2012

Dun Lady's Jess cover01/31/12

Here’s the latest, the greatest, the newsiest news!

The Fitzhenry & Whiteside Writer Beware generated by the  Dun Lady’s Jess reversion situation is quieter, but actively ongoing.  Some things take time…

Here in the office, TIGER BOUND, the fourth Nocturne Sentinels book, is in production–and so is the reprint of NOSE FOR TROUBLE, which means I’m working on the cover even now!  KODIAK CHAINED is in first draft and zooooming along quite nicely!  And the steamy new paranormal novella, Touched By Fire, is now available.

And…

 

The Ponying Express

February 3rd, 2012

By Patty Wilber

Ponying: ride one, lead the other. Penny is the lead horse and Risa is being ponied. This was two years ago when they were both three.

This is Tabooli, when he was four, leading Beaner.

This year, my back country plan is to ride Penny and pony Tabooli.  Since they are similar in size, the pack saddle and riding saddle fit both.  So, I could also ride Tabooli and pony Penny.  Mix and match!

Many horses can be good lead horses, and most of the horses here have done it.

Usually, it is easiset if the lead horse is a steady personality, but sometimes a flighty bugger can be calmed by having a pony horse companion. When we took the cattle in last spring, T was so herd-bound to Alameda he about blew apart if she got too far away.  However, if I ponied Cinco, T was mollified and behaved much better.

The lead horse should be unfazed by ropes on their butt, under their tail, around the legs. Stuff happens when you put a horse….um anywhere…but it can be more “entertaining” if the lead horse can’t handle it.

Take the rope under the tail for example.  If the lead horse does not fancy this, the pony horse misbehaves AND the rope goes there, the lead horse will often panic and clamp their tail down on the rope.  Tightly!

This is bad!  Tail tight, rope trapped, pony horse having a “moment”, rope pulls…

Next time you get a chance, run a finger along the skin on the under side of the tail. It is very soft.

Rope trapped + pony horse having a moment = rope burn under the tail. This is often accompanied by…

bucking…

Penny has never really been too concerned about the rope under her tail.  Cometa either.  T, on the other hand, is more of a goosey butt, so that just means the rider has to be more alert, and that he could use more desensitization in that area.  I rode him with a crupper for a while.  (A crupper goes under the tail and attaches to the saddle.  It keeps the saddle from slipping forward.) It helped.

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It’s nice to pony the little ones, too.  Good for exposing them to new situations while having a mentor as a buffer.

Lacey and Longshot. Those two are great buddies!  Longshot is super personable and trots over to see me and follows me where ever I go.  If a horse (um, that would be Penny)  runs him off his feed, he sneaks back around to another side.  Persistent.

Lacey, on the other hand  hardly ever gets run off her feed because she stands apart until everyone settles down. With people, she will come over to visit, but more on her own schedule.

The other day I went to catch Lacey.  I tracked her around the pasture (i.e. dirt lot) with Longshot on my shoulder, nosing the halter “pick me!  pick me!”  I’d planned to pony Lacey first and didn’t want her avoidance to be rewarded, so  had to ignore Longshot! After a few minutes of follow follow follow, Lacey gave up, and I haltered her.

I ponied her off Tabooli, and she was the picture of cooperation.  “not getting into any arguments,” says she.

Switched up and got Penny and Longshot.  Mr. Friendly has no qualms about asserting His Own Opinion.

“that ditch is too deep.  we have trotted far enough.  i don’t want to walk behind Penny. i’ll bite her butt,” (Penny loves that one–NOT!) etc.

Oh brother!

Then there is JD.  He is a great uncle to Longshot, so I figured, Longshot would come along nicely and JD would enjoy having some company.

Wrong and wrong.

Longshot, not cooperating, planted his feet and waited to see if JD could budge him. (He’s pretty good at passive resistance, although I have my little tricks).  JD wanted NO part of any it.   That’s the first time I’ve had a horse that really seemed to hate being the lead horse.

Next time, I will pick someone easier for him.

Ponying is a nice skill on both ends of the line–lead horse and pony horse.  I am looking forward to having the switchable tandem of Penny and Tabooli clearing trail this summer…if we don’t end up being too busy… with… COWS!.

(Here’s hoping…)

In Your Mailbox, with a Grin

February 1st, 2012

I’m lazy intensely busy. I bet most of you know the “Aurgh! Not enough time!” song.

To refresh your memory, it goes like this:

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRGHHHHHHHH!!!

But I love things that make my life easier.

Thanks to a web client, I finally followed up on an Easy Button I’ve had in mind for a while now–putting a “Get this blog in email” button on this blog and on my web site.  See it?  It’s over on the right, at the top.  Or on any page of my web site, in the left navigation side bar.

Sign up, and this blog lands in your inbox on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

The heck with everyone else.  The moment I got the thing set up, I signed up for it.  When it comes to me in email, then I know it’s published on schedule.  I don’t have to remember to check my RSS feed and I don’t have to think about the blog.  It’s right THERE.  Including a link if I want to head that way to make a comment.

Besides, I like to look at the pictures, even though I’m the one who put them up in the first place.

Like This.  Right here.  You could sign up.

Because, hey! It’s EASY!

 

WordPlay in email

Looks like this! Has a pretty link at the top! Comes to your inbox! Total awesomeness.

Go Soak Your Hay

January 30th, 2012

I’ve finally figured out the big secret to feeding Duncan.

It wasn’t any single discovery…it was sixteen years of observations coming together at year twenty.

The particulars:

  1. Like most Lipizzans, Duncan is an air fern.
  2. At random intervals, Duncan has the worst diarrhea ever.  White horse, beautiful long tail…a power scrubber would take days to undo the mess that results.
  3. Times 5 if he has a blanket on; blanketing clearly contributed, though who knows how.
  4. At other times, he’s far too dry.
  5. Those other times have contributed (but not caused) both of his colics–the one he survived only by a miracle, 2 1/2 years ago, and the one a year ago that we caught early and was precipitated by a nasty virus that weakened him for months.
  6. None of that happened when he was in Flagstaff on Bermuda hay, which is an unusual kind of high-protein grass that I can’t easily get here.

In the meantime, after the first colic, I started soaking his hay a few moments before he ate.  I didn’t soak it longer, because I had read that the hay loses nutrients in that case.

About six weeks ago, I read (in the online source The Horse), an report on a scientifically conducted hay-soaking study.  And it turns out that lengthy hay soaking doesn’t reduce the nutrients per se.  It reduces the sugar.

So, sez I upon reading this study–great!  I must try longer soaks, because I don’t care if my air fern gets less sugar and the grass will soak up more water.

Now, one of the things that changes pretty significantly between hay cuttings and even hay bales is the amount of sugar in the grass.  Environmental circumstances during grass growth, how long it lays after cutting…blah blah blah.  There’s no easy way to predict it, and you sure can’t tell by looking.  And if my air fern were off grazing as horses evolved to graze, he wouldn’t be facing these abrupt dietary changes.  He’s not a digestive hothouse flower so much as he is displeased with the changes man has wrought to his manner of eating.

Do you see this coming?  He hasn’t had a digestive upset since I started doing soaking the hay.

Not that they came so often that it was obvious at first.  But a siege of bad weather and blanketing drove the point home.  And not that it’s easy.  It means an elaborate set-up in the garage, hay strewn where we don’t want it, and–wuh–hauling nets of soaked hay down to the barn.  But we’ve gotten it down to a pretty good science at this point, and after all these weeks, I am still smug–SMUG, I tell you!–to have stumbled over the food management that overcomes issues old and new.

So we’ll continue to refine the soaking routine, and I’ll probably feel smug for a good long while, and meanwhile, just for fun, here are some Photos of AWWWness.

The boys

I was going to 'shop out Connery's evil glowing eye, but decided...nahhhh...

 

Dart's TD outfit

For those of you who wondered about Dart's outfit for the Weather on TD test day...

 

Sun & Moon

A sunset and crescent moon in the same pic. Can't see the moon? Clickie the piccie...

The Eyes Have It.

January 27th, 2012

By Patty Wilber

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Longshot, Cometa and JD had mildly runny eyes. Cometa has had this issue for a long time, but JD and Longshot both got a barely noticeable cold back in November that seemed to precipitate the onset.  JD got over it with a little help from some Terramycin (an eye antibiotic), the other two did not.

Longshot is the worst. And it is not that bad.  No pus, no redness, just leaky-ness in one eye.

Longshot's runny eye.

 We could try to blame it on the blaze.  The white on his face extends over near his eye, and the result is a white sclera. (If the blaze dipped over further, it might have even caused the eye to be blue.) The sclera in  a human eye in normally white, but in horses it is often brown, to varying degrees.

Longshot’s other eye, which lacks the white sclera is fine.

Longshot's other eye: The sclera is brown because the blaze does not extend over as far, thus the pigment was not affected.

Sometimes white-rimmed eyes are more prone to sun (UV light)  irritation.  In New Mexico, with our 300 days of sunshine (yeah!) and our high altitude, this can be a greater problem than other locations. This is also why people often don’t like to run bald-faced cattle in NM–they are prone to eye problems.

But back to Longshot.  He has been outdoors all his life and this runny eye thing did not start until after the barely-there cold event, so I think evidence suggests it is not the sclera, but it tied to the cold.

I don’t know why Cometa’s eyes are prone to runny-ness. But I decided I was tired of it. In this picture, mid treatment, there is a little bit of goop, but not bad considering the wind is blowing a gazillion miles per hour today.  Anyone might have some.

Cometa, right side.

Cometa has unusual eyes, too.

Cometa, left side

His other eye is blue.  He has a white marking on his face, but it does not dip over near his eye, and his sclera is brown. So his blue eye was apparently caused by a different genetic mechanism than Longshot’s  white sclera.  Blue eyes are common in Cometa’s family and sometimes in his more loudly colored cousins, the brown eye is on the white side and the blue eye is on the dark side!   Both his eyes are equally functional and equally prone to this mild discharge.

So, Longshot’s dad and I conferred and decided to split the trip charge to call Dr. Dralle.  He’s the guy who saved Lacey from the joint infection and cured Longshot’s contracted tendon’s. We like him.

Dr. Dralle decided to flush the tear ducts.

1. Drug the patient, who without pharmaceutical aid is unlikely to accede to the procedure.

2. The procedure: Get a syringe with a thin flexible tube on the end, fill the syringe with water, stick the tube into a little hole in the wall of the nasal passage and insert the water.

3.  The hole is a duct that normally allows the tears to drain into the mouth and be swallowed.  If the duct is blocked, the tears leak out the eye instead.  So in went the water and pretty soon it was coming out the eye! Party Trick:  make milk ooze out your eyes!

4.  But bad news, sort of.  The ducts in neither horse were blocked.

Side note:  Cometa had two of those duct openings in his nose on one side and only one on the other.  Two is not uncommon.

So, what to do now?  Antibiotic drops of two different types for three days.  Four times a day would be nice, but two was all I could reasonably manage.  Then three to four days of an ointment.

Good thing both Longshot and Cometa are fairly small and easy-going.  Here is my eye drop technique:

Rest the victim's head on my shoulder, roll back the eye lid, add the drops. Longshot is demonstrating. They were both surprisingly cooperative. Cometa is super easy to bribe, so I gave him treats afterwards, and although he is not exactly ecstatic about the whole deal, he does anticipate the reward.

So, far, Cometa’s eyes seem to be responding but Longshot’s does not.  I wonder if I should also treat his “good” side? I will start on the ointment next.

White sclera is one of the four Appaloosa characteristics. (Striped hooves, mottled skin, and a coat pattern–often spots–are the other three.) To get full registration, a horse must have three of the four.

Here are some more eyes:

Penny.

Penny, registered Appaloosa with two fully registered Appaloosa parents. No white sclera (no hoof stripes, no mottled skin, no spots!!) Oh well! In order to get a registered appy baby out of Penny, I would need to breed her to a stallion with full registration.

Tabooli.

Tabooli, registered Quarter Horse. He has a blaze that edges over, which produced white sclera (and he is a 1/2 bro to Longshot). He has mottled skin. He has striped hooves ( no spots), but that's three out of four. I wonder if I could sneak him into the Appy ranks? Every so often a horse with a full on Appaloosa blanket and spots is born to two Quarter Horse parents...genetics!

Buckshot.

Buckshot is a registered Appaloosa and is four for four in the Appy characteristic contest. You can just see the white sclera in this picture.

 Lacey.

Lacey is a registered QH. Her sclera is very brown. Can't see the white of this girl's eye! Cowboy lore suggests that horses with a lot of white are edgier than those without. Doesn't hold true with this bunch. All are pretty good!

Longshot and Lacey.

Lacey and Longshot say: "hey! what r u doing with that little box-thing u keep pointing around? pick us!"

JD

JD-registered paint--but he has no paint markings! Brown sclera.

Curly Moe. Last but not least.  Big soft brown Fjord eyes.  Awww.

Fjord's are remarkably homogenous in appearance, but I think Curly Moe has especially lovely eyes! The black skin around the eye must be an advantage if working in snow on a sunny day in Norway!

And last segue.  Fjords were bred to pull a cart, pull a plow, be ridden, and be DINNER if need be (or of inferior quality).  (We are not planning to eat Curly Moe, however.)  In National Geographic this month is an article about Kazakhstan.  The Kazakh’s are (were?) famed for their horsemanship.  They eat horsemeat (sausage was ordered in the article) and their national drink is koumiss–fermented mare’s milk.

The Fjords in Norway and the Kazakh horses were an integral part of cultures that were once subsistence in nature, thus fully utilizing everything was important. I don’t know for sure, but it seems like in both, because the living working animal was crucial to survival, as was the meat of a dead equine, horses may have been both prized companions AND dinner.

Eye wonder? Is it only because our society is so affluent that we have the luxury of separating the two?

The wind has died down.  So much for the lecture eye was going to write.  Eye am going out to the barn!

 

 

 

One Sunday Morning, with Dog

January 25th, 2012
early view

The early view from the tracking site

The Ominous Sandias

Parking for the first track, looking out over the Sandias and looking cold and portentious

 

The Track 6 Flag

Not that it was evidently windy or anything

 

bundled up and starting out

The judge has just said, "Breathe. We don't do CPR."

 

starting out

The first leg, with crosswind. That's the second flag (in the TD, there's a second flag 30 yards out).

 

Leg 3

On the third of four legs, off in the distance. This is with a zoom lens!

 

The glove

The ceremonial Waving of the Glove!

 

Dart & Patch

Judge, handler, handler, judge--with dogs, ribbons, and gloves! We are happy.

 

my track

The official map, well decorated by my kind tracklayer!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Yearly Knuckle-Gnawing

January 23rd, 2012

Mother Nature has been taunting me this week.

You see, it’s weather-watching time, as TD Sunday approaches.  (Yup, I’m writing this on Saturday.  Sunday will be…busy.)

There are those of you out there who probably think this is some oblique reference to the Superbowl, which is not a recognized date in my house, other than the fact that the roads are blessedly clear of traffic during certain hours of that day.

No, TD = tracking dog.  Around here, it’s a test we have once a year.  And it’s the sort of test that’s so dependent on circumstances–weather, terrain, bunnies, judging decisions–that even if you and the dog are Ready, it can all still go very, very wrong.

One does not get cocky about a tracking test at any level.

I think that Dart is ready, if still very green.  He’s enthusiastic, driven, and he knows what his job is.

But that Mother Nature!

Over the course of the week, the forecast for Sunday has gone from calm with the slight potential of rain (not the worst thing that could happen) to calm (yay!) to cloudy (fine) and then, between Friday night and Saturday morning, to strong winds with wicked strong gusts.

(Not that I’ve been watching.)

As you may guess, even if you’ve never trained a tracking dog, this is not ideal tracking weather.  What we won’t know, until we get there, is whether it’s a decently consistent wind, or whether it’s suck-n-gust.

Well, by the time you read this, all will have been answered.  I may even add a little something here to indicate how it went…unless I’m out sulking and kicking at dust devils.  But meanwhile, here are images from Dart’s final training track before the test… (watch that tail wag…)

At the start

Already on the track, heading for the start article...

 

Tracking

Sniffy sniffy sniffy--about to navigate Cactus Row

tracking fast!

And off we go! He's decided he's sure of himself and he's about to put our brush-navigating skills to the test

 

Curly Moe–Norwegian Fjord

January 20th, 2012

By Patty Wilber

(Pictures thanks to Kathleen Jesse)

The sky was low and snow had been fluttering down all day.  I donned my black Swedish fleece hat and my “hand knit Norwegian” (says so right on the tag) sweater.  Channeling my Nordic ancestry (Swedish on my mom’s side), I went out to work with Curly Moe, the Norwegian Fjord.
CM is either 6 or 9 depending on which set of paperwork you might choose to believe.  I have found Fjords  more difficult to train than the more sensitive lighter bodied horses and I had vowed to leave them to those that have a better mind meld with them than I ..but Curly Moe is a rescue and my very good friend Kathleen asked… what could I do?
He hadn’t been here too long on the day of the snow, and he was still settling in.  I put my Carrhart vest on top of the sweater and pulled on some lined deerskin gloves (to maintain some cowgirl personage, ya know), and we went to the arena for some basic ground work, to see where he was.
Hmm. Responsive! Lots of lip licking, which usually means a horse is thinking/trying!  He did not have a whole slew of precise and snappy ground skills but he was very respectful of my space and not at all pushy.  I kind of liked him.  Sucker that I am.

Curly Moe--Fjord!

Just to make sure I had the right Nordic Aura, I continued to wear the “outfit” over the next few days (plus it is comfortable and warm!)
Fjords are typically pretty low key, but CM was a bit edgier than the garden variety Fjord.  But he has not had a whole lot of consistent handling so he  needed a little time to get to know me.
Over the next few days, we worked on saddling–he was afraid of the saddle pad…and the saddle.  So, it was a lot of “Here sniff this.”  Then rubbing him and tossing it on him, over and over, smoothly and with rhythm so as to be predictable. It is a desensitization process.
We did more ground work.  He definitely can move his parts with little pressure.

Disengagement of the hip. Soft (loose rope, head toward me, moving the hip away nicely)! The helmet on top of the Swedish hat is such a good look, too.

He did not lunge (go around me in circles) very well–especially to the right, at first.

This is lunging. Working the horse in a circle around me. He got lots better, fast! The rope is not taut, which is nice because that means he is not pulling away. A pulling Fjord can be a sand-skiing lesson if one is not careful!

Got on, after making sure he was not scared of the stirrups or my weight or the saddle shifting.  Then I asked him to bend his head.  A soft give is so much nicer than a stiff refusal!  He was soft.

i might look short and stout, but a) i am not a teapot (short and stout); b) i am flexible!

Part of the reason I took all this time to ease him up to riding is because on his last ride with a prospective adopter, he got worried and dumped her.   I hadn’t met him yet, but I am thinking it was a fear reaction rather than an evil buck fest, because, guess what?  He had never been trained for riding (which was discovered out later)!  Still, it is never good if a horse learns he can lose his passenger with a well timed  flick. I don’t think he has.

We walked around the arena, practiced stopping –right this minute, not a dribble down–,  and backing.  He is not a reiner.  He is not built to slide.  But he does use his hind end well, so his only excuse for sloppy stops is lack of knowledge, not conformation! He needs work on his knowledge base.

He even felt confident enough to attempt (successfully) the bridge!

So we are crossing the short way...better than no way.

I’m thinking 30 days is going to go by too fast!

 

Brain Escape!

January 18th, 2012

Every time I start first draft on a hefty project, my brain sprints for the gate.  There begins a long process of negotiation: the muse vs. real life.

Really, the brain wants nothing to do with it.  “Noooo,” it whines.  “Why can’t I have it aaaalll?”

Because it apparently just doesn’t work that way.

So after a certain amount of struggle, the muse will give a little ground–just enough to keep certain critical real life activity from imploding–and Real Life will give a little ground.  Or maybe a lot of ground.  Eventually, a lopsided balance of sorts will be struck.

But on this first day?  The brain is not interested in coming out to write a blog.  On this particular first day, the brain is a lot more interested in a proper opening for the story so many readers requested–Ruger’s story in my Nocturne Sentinel series.  The classic background character who sparkled on screen and demanded some time of his own, that’s Ruger.

Not that I’m complaining.  Neither is my muse.  My brain, as usual, is still trying to find the balance.

(Someone tell me I’m not the only one.)

 

Meanwhile, I think “A Bitch in Time “is still lingering as a freebie–that’s still a gone-any-minute thing–and Wolverine’s Daughter is on a 30% sale at ARe  until the 27th.  They’re both clickable from my Backlist eBooks page.  Happy reading!

The Mighty Poo Wrangler

January 16th, 2012

My glamorous life.

I am author, web master, Backlist eBooks partner, and…the Mighty Poo Wrangler.

(Don’t you wish you were me?)

At times, this is more obvious than others.  Like when the north slope in front of the barn is frozen for ever and ever in the wake of substantial snow, creating a weird glacier with artfully incorporated horse poo.  It was 4F last night–not unusual for deep winter–and it doesn’t get warm enough, long enough, to melt any of it.  That means…yes.  It goes through subtle warming-freezing cycles that compact and entrench it.

The snow is now slick ice; the poo will be there for archeologists to find centuries from now.  “We must surmise that the occupant of this home worshiped Poo, to have preserved it so well.”

In the meantime, daily feeding excursions to the barn are a bit challenging.  Time to get crampons.

The other time Poo Wrangling duties inch into that “Really?  HOW much clean-up and laundry?” zone is when the dogs pass a bug around between them.  Like this past week and a half.  In this case a weird little bug, with atypical incubation, atypical presentation, atypical course of illness. Mainly I spent the time going, “What?  AGAIN?  And you, too?  NOW?  Really?”

Now that I have the whole picture and have been able to pick the brains of some doggy experts (Brain Wrangling, a whole different skill), it’s obvious I was outwitted from the start.  Virus Win, Durgin Stress Shed, and cleaning product manufacturers rejoice.

It’s at times like this I think, “How many dogs do I have?  Why is that again?”

But of course, they’re quick to remind me.  They wait until I’m off guard and then they arrange to blindside me with adorableness, thusly:

Dart & Connery Ball of Cuteness

Dart & Connery Ball of Cuteness

 

Dart & Connery Ball of Even Cuter

Dart & Connery Ball of Even Cuter

If you’ve got critters, I bet you know just what I mean!

By the way, there’s free fun for the next week, more or less--the short story A BITCH IN TIME is a freebie at Nook, Sony, and iTunes, but only until the stores pick up the directive to stick it back to 99c.  That should happen fairly soon–I think!–so grab it while you can!  If you have THE HEART OF DOG, you already have this story.  If not…have fun!

 

Dart & Connery Ball of Even Cuter