After Orion pulled away from me in the field when a pheasant flew at us (see my previous blog) I didn’t dare take him for walks in open spaces in case it happened again. My confidence had gone, and I didn’t really know how to put things right, apart from going back to basics again. I’d always been so careful about not letting him be the first to walk away when I undid his head collar, and preventing him from pulling away when he was tied up or training in an enclosed place, but all that training hadn’t translated into the big wide world. Would Orion know he could get away from me now? If so, I’d never dare to take him to a show, for a walk on open moorland or down a road.
Perhaps I’d pushed him too fast? There again, as Chris remarked, if Orion had been a Shire or Clydesdale he’d have been steady as a rock considering the number of hours I’d spent with him.
Talking of Clydesdales, half way through the summer we had a new arrival at the farm, Ruby the Clydesdale, so Orion had three friends in the field every night. I’ll write about Ruby in a separate blog soon, but here’s one of my favourite photos of Orion with her:
I didn’t have too much time to dwell on what to do with Orion in the long-term because I had the first draft of Katy’s Pony Challenge to write, so apart from getting him in from the field in the morning and putting him out again in the evening we didn’t see much of each other. In the back of my mind I was worried, though.
As I wrote about Katy:
It was impossible to ignore a nagging feeling that she was out of her depth where foal handling was concerned.
I had a voice in my head that said, “Do tell me, Victoria, are your stories autobiographical?”
Should I admit defeat and turn Orion onto the moor with the other geldings, put him in a severe head collar in an attempt to train him not to pull away or send him away somewhere for further training? I realised we didn’t have ideal facilities for pony training (a cow shed in the summer, some large fields and a vast expanse of open moorland) and I wouldn’t be able to give him much time for the next few months. Then it would be the winter, the cows would be taking up all available shed space and Orion would have to be on the moor or in Rough Field with his sisters on the far side of the farm. Next year he’d be four and we’d be no further forward . . . If I did send him away for further training, it would have to be the right place, with people who understood him and didn’t think he was being naughty when he was scared . . .
I can’t remember why I was talking to Jenna (‘Beansy’) Payne on Facebook. We’re in touch regularly because I’m keeping a retired Exmoor of hers called Eddie (Helmantor Hedrock) on the moor with our geldings and she bought two Exmoor ponies from us several years ago.
Beansy and her husband Jon love training and showing Exmoors and Welsh cobs. (Their Facebook page Trekerwys Native Ponies is well worth a visit.) Anyway, I told her I was worried about what to do with Orion, and she offered to take him on for a few months. I was delighted – I couldn’t think of any better ‘boarding school’ for him.
In return we’d keep two of their ponies, Lucy the Exmoor and Eric the Welsh cob, here for a winter holiday out in the field with Orion’s sisters Dora, Demeter and Gaia. It seemed like an ideal arrangement, but heavily weighted in our favour!
Eric and Lucy arrived at the farm, walked calmly from their trailer and settled into the cattle shed overnight. The following day we tacked up the two ponies. Sarah (our daughter) rode Eric and Lowenna (the Payne’s daughter) rode Lucy to the other side of the farm.
Sarah had a broad grin on her face the whole way. “I’d forgotten what fun ponies are!” she said. “He’s so like Kizzy!” (Kizzy was Sarah’s Welsh cob x Lundy pony – the pony who inspired me to find out more about Midnight the Lundy stallion, which led to the story A Stallion Called Midnight.)
The Paynes were staying on Exmoor for the autumn Exmoor pony inspections, so Orion didn’t go back to Cornwall with them until few days later. I must admit I was concerned because they were taking another Exmoor pony called Bumble Bee back with them as well. Orion would have to load into a narrow compartment in the double trailer with a pony he didn’t know. He’d never been inside a trailer before.
I needn’t have worried. Bumble Bee stood quietly while I led Orion into the empty side of the trailer, and seemed pleased to have a companion. Orion loaded without any fuss, and I knew he wasn’t too worried when he ate the carrots we offered him. He was completely secure and travelling with a sensible friend for his first ever journey. His big adventure had got off to a good start.
Farewell, Orion. Be a good boy!