And hello to J and Milly (Mouse)

Let’s say hello to J and Milly (Mouse). Not to be confused with (Chilli) Milly from last week!

Milly (Mouse) is another polocrosse superstar, and she has the runs on the board to back it up. As her age creeped up, J’s parents took her on to see if she' would transition into a kids horse, and teach their boys the polocrosse ground rules. Milly (Mouse) has stepped up (or down) to the challenge, and apart from the odd little joie de vivre has become a special part of the family and reliable partner for J.

Who is Milly (Mouse)?

Breed: Australian Stock Horse

Age: 15yo

Height: 15.1hh

Colour: Chestnut with a stripe

Personality: Kind, smart, ‘one of the girls’

Riding: Polocrosse and pleasure

Foals: none

Let’s meet R and (Chilli) Milly

Why Chilli Milly you ask? Because there are two Milly’s in this family, and Chilli Milly is from the spicy line.

While by a particularly hot Australian Stock Horse, Chilli Milly has taken a bit from her dam’s quarter horse side and is the perfect kids first polocrosse horse… and mum.

Transitioning from the odd pony ride, R took the reins on Chilli Milly after convincing his parents he could ride her. And he was right. Chilli Milly transitioned from broodmare to kids polocrosse horse like she was born for it and looked after R during his first season playing the game.

Chilli Milly is again baking a special little foal, due any week now. And while I can’t wait to see the foal, R can’t wait to have his Milly back and get back in the game.

Who is (Chilli) Milly?

Breed: Australian Stock Horse x Quarter Horse

Age: 18yo

Colour: Chestnut with a blaze and 3 socks (don’t listen to the superstitions, they’re not true!)

Personality: Kind, independent, grounded

Riding: Polocrosse and pleasure

Foals: 4 plus one on the way

The latest edition

With nothing to ride and a new farm to call home, I started the search for a new horse, this time specifically for a lusitano or andalusian. With my ambitions aligned to classical as opposed to competition dressage, and being all of five foot, the Iberian breeds seemed better suited. The search started and ended pretty quickly, as I went out to a local stud and met a 2yo lusitano x andalusian filly. She was small and minimally handled, but had charisma and a quiet disposition.

A couple of weeks later she was on her first float trip, by herself and landed beside a bunch of misfits - Lennon, Charlotte, Lilli (and 2 x stock horses).

Nelly settled in over winter and learnt all about rugging, hoof trimming, grooming… and the dentist, worming and vaccinations. She is a curious sole, and it always got the better of her, coming up and seeing what we were doing, bit by bit becoming a ‘pet horse’.

Her third birthday arrived and with it Spring and improved weather (kind of). Slowly I started working with Nelly and teaching her to accept the bridle, steering and stopping, faster and slower, the saddle and girth and then me on her back.

While sweet, Nelly has a very clear ‘no… too hard’. In the paddock, the others will run up the hill to greet me and she will canter half way (sometmes a third), then decide it’s too much effort and walk the rest of the way. With the exception of windy days, when it goes straight to her head, taking after her grand sire, who played Thowra in the Silver Brumby movie - Thowra being the aboriginal word for wind.

Nelly’s just turned 4 and has been growing up in the paddock, until we do a take 2 under saddle in summer. While all the sheds, stables, yards and fencing is being done she is very much enjoying having our house in her playground. She makes a stop at our kitchen window every morning for treats and terrorises visitors by rushing them up the path and into the house.

Nelly is very different to any other horse I have owned. Normally, i’m working with horses whose first instinct is forward and to over react. She is the opposite and is going to require a lot of tact and thinking from me to get her on my side and enjoy trying. So far, treats are working, but unfortunately a carrot on a stick is not a viable option when riding.

He’s a Lemon

“He’s a Lemon!”. Yep, that’s what my husband said as we stood at the vet clinic looking at my meticulously planned and long awaited foal that had just been born.

After buying Audrey, I spent the next 8 years researching bloodlines and stallions that might go well. Donnerhall was definitely up the top of the list, a particularly good mix with Jazz and thoroughbred lines. And so I picked a local stallion by the legendary sire himself. Audrey went in first insemination and I watched this embryo and Audrey’s belly grow until little Lemon finally arrived. Lemon, is actually named Lennon, after the late John Lennon, keeping the theme of famous personalities.

Lemon was born small, a bit malnourished and unable to figure out how to drink. After he didn’t meet his milestones within the first couple of hours, I rushed them to the vet clinic where he had some plasma infusions, learnt to drink and started to thrive.

He was cheeky, smart, dramatic and a people person from his first days. This has not changed.

Lemon was a real time waster and I taught him all the things about being a civilised horsey citizen. The easiest way was through food. Apart from his first moments of life, he has always been… rotund. I remember friends telling me that he’ll drop weight once he stopped drinking off Audrey, but… he never did. As a foal I used to worry he would choke. He would inhale (and I mean inhale!) his hard feed so quickly, he would gasp for breaths. This has also remained the same!

Lemon had his first big life change, moving down to Victoria, and after a dramatic start trying to jump out of the truck bay he settled and travelled well. He was accompanied by everyone he knew - Audrey, Elvis and Lilli.

Life on the farm down here was not really his thing. While he loved the space and freedom, he was brought up with stables and people and attention and hard food and affection at his (well my) doorstep.

During my first year in Victoria, I was in lockdown, my husband stuck in Queensland, and I lost 3 of my beloved long-term animals, including Elvis. Lemon’s youthful exuberance and naivety was the cause of Elvis’s death and something he has learnt from and never done again. With my heart and head shattered, I stepped back from horses, and most specifically Lemon. Lemon felt this change in my energy and since then, we have been piecing our trust and relationship back with eachother. I still feel some guilt to the way I made him feel during this time.

As life settled down and I healed, I started Lemon under saddle lightly and he enjoyed being the centre of my universe again. We moved to our new farm and he arrived and loved it. While life, renovations and flooding winter and spring seasons slowed any real progress with Lemon down, he also decided to start walking hoof by hoof in his mothers footsteps and a series of injuries began.

As the vet visits and trips started, I began to realise just how much like his mum he is. His kind and willing nature shone through when he was absolutely terrified of floating to the vets and being treated with medication and cut open and stitched up. He is a boy version of his late mumma. When Audrey left this world, I promised her I’d look after her Lemon, and I live by that.

He is perhaps my biggest life lesson, in forgiving what might seem unforgivable, and opening my heart back up to one that shattered it.

My sweetest Daudy Belle

Oh Audrey… Where do I start?! …At the beginning, I guess.

I bought Audrey as a then 2yo as my first “proper“ dressage horse to train right from the beginning. She was beautiful, elegant and exactly what dreams are made of. I brought Audrey off a video from the horse Stud I worked at with Ellie May. I broke my “must see them in the flesh” rule, but trusted the breeders and laid my eyes on her for the first time as she stepped off the truck, travelling from the Southern Highlands to Brisbane.

Audrey arrived as a gangly almost 2yo, and was everything the video promised. I took the next 12 months getting her used to being a 'pet' and teaching her voice cues. I mouthed her (bridle), taught her to lunge and long rein and then decided to give breaking in a go with long distance mentoring from my coach. Us two novices worked it out together and our ridden journey began.

You had to be 100% focused working with Audrey, she was a primadonna in every sense of the word. Every single emotion was heightened. Loving and cuddly, falling asleep in your arms when tired (or in your lap if lying down), trembling like a leaf when scared and bucking at tree branches in the paddock when excited. She wore her heart on her sleeve and overthought e.v.e.r.y.thingggg.

Her jump and movement was magic to ride. She was powerful and electric and always had you thinking you could rocket launch into space (together and sometimes just you lol). It was always a balancing act, constantly walking the tightrope between too little and too much, and never completely balanced. Intimidating, but highly addictive!

While we never really ventured into the ridden competition scene together, learning how to work with a horse so complex is one of the most rewarding (& sometimes heartbreaking) experiences I have ever had.

Horse owners will know that there are the tonka tough ponies that get through virtually vet free and then… and then there are those like Audrey. There were so many injuries and incidents, I really can’t remember them all, but the one that sealed her riding career I watched happen on the morning of our wedding.

Going down to feed everybody in the morning and do some last minute checks, she decided to run up the paddock, see the fence last minute, go skidding through and fall over. While she got up straight away and looked like nothing was wrong, we went on to figure out that she had broken 3 vertebrae in her wither and did a bunch of soft tissue damage to one of her fetlocks/pasterns. She mostly healed and I brought her back into work, but she was never the same and eventually I conceded defeat and put her in foal to produce my next horse.

Audrey went in foal first go and after a couple months started showing exactly how human mothers feel in pregnancy. She didn’t want to leave her stable, just wanted to sleep and eat and be cosy. As the pregnancy progressed (trimester 2 and 3!) she came out of her stable and lived life again, keeping me on my toes until her foal was born 2 weeks late.

I was there for the birth of her foal, Lennon (next blog), and it was one of the most beautiful memories I will ever hold. You can watch the birth here.

Ever the teacher, Audrey showed me the true bond between dam (mother) and foal. Might as I try to stop them depending on each other as Lennon got older, she always acted like his mother. When he was gelded in the paddock outside her yard (as a yearling), he had general anaesthetic and gently fell to the floor… Audrey, watching us all intently, screamed out and began pacing up and down. I had to leave the vets and console Audrey until the procedure was complete and he awoke and stood up. He walked over to the yards (grogily) and she was nickering, checking him all over to see if he was ok. Up until her fateful day 6 years later, she was always protecting Lennon and watching out for him and it has made me re-think my beliefs and everything about how we manage horses.

While I tried to bring Audrey back under saddle after Lennon was born, her injuries prevented us and she ended up properly retiring and enjoying her life in the paddocks, being the diva she was and hand fed and mollycoddled daily. When I would try to leave her paddock and she wasn’t done with me, she would power walk past and stop directly infront so I had to continue giving her attention, scratches and cuddles.

She was always up for cuddles.

At the age of 16, Audrey developed a neurological condition due to an unknown cause. In the middle of a big thunder and lightning storm, I was out in the paddock with the vet, beside her as she took her last breaths.

My sweetest Daudy Belle and biggest teacher. The world is so much bigger than we realise.