My blog
today comes, in part, from my friend Miriam Bisbee. If you read any of the small town papers
around the Lakes Region of Maine, you will likely recognize Miriam. She was blogging the old-fashioned way long
before computers or the “digital age”.
At 91 years of age, she still writes columns for The Independent keeping her readers updated on the Maine Wildlife Park where she regularly tends the gate. Miriam also writes a column for our church
newsletter, First Church Notes, called “Looking Backward” and
relates to us what life was like when the 20th century was
young. Her recent article was
interesting to me, as I am sure it will be for many of you. Miriam remembers “Getting the Horse Shod” and
really, aside from a few modern variations in the composite of the shoes
themselves and the specialty shoeing preferred for various equestrian sports
requirements, the art of shoeing a horse really has not changed.
Looking Backward: Getting the
Horse Shod
By E. Miriam Bisbee
As I've mentioned before, the motive power for our
transportation when I was young was a horse.
We had no worries about flat tires but contact with the highway is
always a source of wear and that's where the iron hit the road.
A horse's hooves, like your fingernails, are
constantly growing and so, the edge the shoe was nailed to, slowly extended
till it was ready to break off. Before
that happened (we hope) the horse had a date with the blacksmith. (If you'd
referred to him as a farrier we wouldn't have known what you were talking about
and I'm not sure he would have, either.)
Our blacksmith, Charlie Shaw, had a shop on the Gray
Road in West Cumberland -- the building is still there although Charlie and his
skill are long gone -- and the shortest way for us to get there would have been
to drive to Rte. 100 and head toward Portland for a few miles, but that is not
the way we did it. Even then Rte. 100 was a busy highway and a horse and wagon
were almost as much of a hazard as a stationary object on a well-traveled road.
So we crossed Rte. 100, travelled a considerable distance out of our way on
back roads and reached our goal from another direction.
Charlie would have a roaring fire in the forge but the
first order of business was to remove the worn shoes and trim away the weak
edge of the hoof (like cutting your fingernails) and the "frog" under
the hoof, a sort of structure of dead cuticle. Then came the process of fitting
the shoes. They were heated in the forge -- a few turns of the bellows brought
the fire up to nearly white heat -- and the shoe came out red hot and malleable
enough to be shaped on the anvil with a few well-placed blows from the hammer.
The shoe would then be cooled in a handy tub of water and tried to the hoof for
the proper fit. When it fit to Charlie's satisfaction he would drive in calks
(for traction) and nail the shoe to the hoof. It still amazes me how patiently
our horse endured the process.
As long as horses are still used for work or pleasure
the farrier's skill will be in demand; lucky the child who has the chance watch
this ancient skill in action!

There are variations in the field of farriers and blacksmiths. Not all farriers shoe horses and not all
blacksmiths make horseshoes. Working
horses, such as carriage
horses, trail
horses and ranch horses, as well as show horses require shoes in most cases
to protect their feet from excessive wear and hazards. In this case, they would need the skills of
a farrier with
blacksmithing skill who can craft and fit a metal shoe to their feet in
such a way that their hooves will be protected and balanced and the horse can
comfortably and safely do their job.
Many pleasure horses enjoy natural, balanced hoof trims and do not require shoeing. Horses that are used for pleasure riding,
gymkhana or trails where the paths are smooth and soft and pose few risks of stress
injury, are perfectly suited to being barefoot.
This is assuming that the horse’s feet are in good condition which can
best be determined by your veterinarian and your farrier.
Whether they shoe horses or do natural barefoot trimming a farrier’s
job is extremely demanding. He or she
has a backbreaking job, done in extreme heat or extreme cold conditions often
with very uncooperative customers (I am talking about horses, not their
owners…). In a typical day the farrier
can be bitten, leaned on, kicked, stepped on and even pooped on. Want to make your farrier's day? Have your horse(s) in the work area on time with their feet cleaned and ready for them. Thank your farrier for all their hard work
and hey, maybe make them some cookies!
They like that too!
Blogger’s note: I would like to gratefully acknowledge Adam White, a farrier
in Christchurch , New Zealand for the use of his photos in this blog. I found Adam through a search for appropriate
photos for this story and have been following his Facebook page since. He has excellent photos of his work and both
his Facebook page and his website have a lot of fascinating information along
with before/after photos of some of his clients. Thanks Adam!)
