All Fired Up for the Farrier!

Hi All!  I don’t know about you but all the cold, damp weather we have had has put me in quite a funk.  A quick poll of all my horsey friends have confirmed that everyone is tired of rain and mud and ready for some well-deserved warm, dry weather. 

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 20^th 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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 In a world where it seems everything has been improved and modernized to the point where the “old ways” are obsolete, it fascinates me to see skills such as these that really cannot be done any other way. 

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!)

Take Your Horse Out For Ice Cream? You Can In Casco, Maine!

 
What marks the unofficial beginning of summer?  Without a doubt it would be the opening of your favorite ice cream stand.    It’s the perfect way to celebrate a Little League win or consolation for a loss.  It may be a Mother’s Day treat or the perfect ending to a date night.  Whether it is in your neighborhood or requires a Sunday afternoon drive with the family, nothing says, “Summer in New England” like the ice cream stand. 

In a recent poll of my family and friends, I found that everyone I asked had a tradition that involved the Ice Cream, even the lactose intolerant!  Hodgman’s Frozen Custard in New Gloucester opens on Mother’s Day and has long been a tradition in our family.  My friends from Massachusetts list farm creameries such as Pinecroft Dairy in W. Boylston and Richardson’s Dairy in Middleton as their favorites.  The most common responses to my question, “What makes this place special?” seem to be family, farms and tradition. 

In the Lakes Region of Maine you will find another tradition that involves not only ice cream but horseback riding as well.  I am talking about none other than a Carousel Horse Farm’s trail ride to Pears Ice Cream stand.  Nestled in Casco Maine, Carousel Horse Farm is the only known public riding stable in Maine that combines these two pleasures.

You are on vacation in Maine and it’s a beautiful summer day, warm and dry with brilliant blue sky.  The beaches are crowded and the theme parks have been overdone so what are you going to do today?  At Carousel Horse Farm you can take a step back in time to when happiness was a trip to the farm and delicious Gifford’s ice cream made right here in Maine.  

Upon arrival at the farm you are fitted with approved safety equipment and instructed by confident, friendly guides to ensure your ride is safe and fun for all.  Well-seasoned trail horses are waiting at the hitching post, ready to carry you through the wooded trails that they know so well to Pear’s Ice Cream.

Winding through the wooded trails and scenic fields you may notice wild strawberries growing beside the trail, small and sweet. Wild mint leaves are scattered in the underbrush by the tall pine trees.   Buffet Alley is a spot well-loved by horses and riders alike for its cool lush greenery; do you see the wild raspberries and blackberry bushes growing?  Steering your horse through the gate and down the wooded trail you may see moose tracks or deer tracks that are common to our area. Wild turkeys and their young poults are frequently seen as they snack on the wild blueberry bushes that grow on the trails and in the pastures.   The horses are quite familiar with the turkeys. 

Emerging out of the woods and onto the quiet country lane, you will pass homes and families and friendly dogs.  Perhaps they will stop by the neighborhood ice cream stand later for a cone of their own favorite flavor. 

As you approach the ice cream stand, your guide will lead you off the road and through the trees to the back yard of Pears.  The horses line up and stand patiently at the old fashioned hitching post while you line up, eager to enjoy a cone of your favorite frozen treat.  Picnic tables and awnings are available for your comfort (as well as a clean Porta-Potty).  Don’t forget to take some pictures while you are here. Unless you are lucky enough to live close by, this doesn’t happen every day and you will want to remember! 

When you finish your ice cream, your guide will help you to get back onto your horse; don’t worry they WILL get you back on your horse. Your trail guide will lead you back through the breathtaking Maine countryside, through the woods and fields, past the friendly critters and back to the farm’s hitching post. You dismount with a feeling of accomplishment. You have participated in one of the most unique experiences available in Maine. You have traveled on horseback through the countryside and through time to experience Maine, the way life really should be. 

     Traveller:  A Lesson in Versatility.

 

 

As an active observer of horses and their humans I have had the pleasure of watching various clinics and demonstrations of horsemanship methods but the one that seems the most “useful” to me is Versatility.  Versatility is teaching the horse to be confident in all situations and usually has the horse walking in, on, under or through a number of obstacles.  Invariably one of these obstacles is the infamous “Blue Tarp of Death”.  The Blue Tarp of Death seems to be the gold standard for testing the bravery of horses.  Every trainer I have ever seen seems to employ this in their arsenal of obstacles.  It seems that through some cosmic intervention, blue tarps show up in fields, show rings, and trails all for the direct purpose of scaring the bejeebers out of your horse.  They’re everywhere folks.  You NEED to train your horses accordingly or horse riding, as you know it, will cease!

Now, everyone claims to have the “most sane, intelligent, bombproof” horse that ever lived (especially if it is for sale).  The only horse that I know that has ever really fit that description is none other than Carousel Horse Farm’s own Traveller.  Traveller was one of the last great Clydesdale-cross horses from Newfoundland Island and the first one Carousel decided to keep after selling 20 or more. 

Without much known about his formal training, Traveller was invited to be a mount at the University of Maine’s first intercollegiate show.  In each class he had a different rider and jumped at 2’6” with flying lead changes though he hadn’t jumped more than a couple jumps at a time previously.  Traveller won third or better with every rider!  

Traveller loves crowds, noise and commotion. He’s the only horse with whom you can drive the carriage past an amusement park ride at Old Orchard beach at night with people screaming and lights flashing. Even though it seems like the ride is going to come out over the fence at him, Traveller just strolls by with ears up, eyes bright as if to say, “Hey!  I want to go on that ride!”

Always willing to be a good sport, Traveller has participated in camp productions playing the roles of cowboy, Paul Revere, Peter Pan and even did a grand entrance, after dark with a new rider into a crowd of 400 children whooping and screaming, to start off the annual color wars at The Seeds of Peace camp. He trotted confidently and full of curiosity.  Even after exiting out into the woods, out of sight of the screaming kids his rider would have to turn him away from the noise because he wanted to trot back down the trail to the sound! 

Traveller’s resume also boasts that he drives anywhere—single or as a team, chases cows, overnight camping trail rides, foxhunts, camp horse, hunter/jumper and dressage and then will happily take a six year old to Pear’s Ice Cream every day of the week as safe as can be.  When pulling the carriage over the bridge on the Naples Causeway, he loves to look down and watch the boats going by underneath! 

My most recent sighting of Traveller was at the Freeport Theater of Awesome.   You would expect me to say he was pulling a carriage out on Depot Street but you would be wrong.  Traveller was an invited guest on the stage of the Early Evening Show with Mike Miclon, Jason and Matt Tardy.  For four shows (with only one rehearsal) Traveller thrilled the sold-out audiences by walking in the front door, through the curtains and onto the darkened stage (stealing the spotlight from Oren Robinson and the Early Evening Show Orchestra).  After “answering” a few questions from Mike (with the help of Jason Tardy) he calmly backed out the door with the promise of his pay—a highly-coveted Wicked Whoopie Pie before boarding his trailer to be chauffeured back to Carousel Horse Farm.    

You can versatility-train your horses with sacks and cones and blue tarps all you want, but you will be hard-pressed to find one as talented and versatile as Traveller.  Come and pay him a visit at Carousel Horse Farm or keep up with his busy life on his Facebook page, “Traveller and Friends”. 

 

So, Why a Barn Fly?

Welcome to the first post from Maine Horse Trails and Carriage Tales.  The Roaming Stories of a Maine Barn Fly.  Yup, that’s the name of it.  That’s what I called it. 

You may think, “Okay.  I get the Horse Trails and Carriage Tales.  You’re going to talk about horses and riding and carriages and stuff.  No-brainer there, I get it.  But a barn fly?  Really?  That’s kind of…um…odd.  I mean, who wants to be associated with a barn fly?  You do know where they hang out and what they walk on, right?”  Let me explain:

I have the typical story of many little girls growing up.  I was CRAZY for horses.  Every piece of paper had a horse scrawled on it.  Every recess was spent chasing my other horse-crazy friends around the playground pretending to be horses.  I had one of those bouncy horses with springs mounted on an aluminum frame out in the barn of our suburban North Deering home in Portland.  I spent hours out there with “Wildfire” (named after Michael Martin Murphey’s  1975 song) bringing her grass clippings for hay and pulling her into her “stall” in the corner of the barn before Grampa parked the old Ford Galaxy for the night.  Every horizontal tree branch around our house had an old rug thrown over it and a rope tied in it for a makeshift horse.  The trail rides I took in those trees were the stuff of legends, even if I did get thrown off my “horse” a few times and ate dirt.  It was all part of the experience. 

Fast-forward to my adult years, past high school and college, past the marriage and the establishing of a career and the mortgage and the kids and the soccer games and all the other grown-up stuff; the call of the barn still buzzed in my head.  I had long since outgrown Wildfire and moved away from my childhood home with the tree-branch horses.   I finally got up the courage, saved a few bucks and contacted a barn to inquire about lessons.  OUCH.  Way too expensive! (See kids and soccer games, et-al above.) 

They say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way” and I found my way through the magic of horse-poop.  You see, horse barns are full of horses and horses are full of…well…you know.  It’s a dirty job but if you want to be around horses and learn as much as you can about them you start, quite literally, at the bottom. 

Soon I was spending as much time as I could at the barn.  Scooping and mucking, lugging water and hay and even sometimes getting to lead a horse from one stall to the other.  And I learned.  I watched and asked questions and listened and learned some more.  I never missed the farrier or spring shots or clinics. I watched other people’s lessons.  I loved the aromatic scent of horses and shavings and hay…and manure.  I went from one barn to another asking questions and listening to horse-people share their stories, practices, routines, remedies—anything they would share related to their horses.  I learned that there are as many was to do things as there are barns!  Some keep their horses out 24/7, some keep them in stalls; some feed this while others feed that; some provide more bedding in their stalls and some provide less.  Some horses are shod while others go barefoot. 

In this blog, I will share with you the stories of the barn, the horses and their people as observed by a fly on the barn wall.  I hope you enjoy them.