Polo and Fells and Fall River County

My Fell Ponies here are grazing on native buffalo grass which creates a durable turf that was important to early polo enthusiasts in our county.

The Fell Pony Society is celebrating its centenary in 2022. I have always been intrigued by the roots of the Society being in polo ponies. For instance, on the ‘About’ page of the Fell Pony Society website, it says, “Pony breeders had begun to record pedigrees in the second half of the 19th century, and the first Fell ponies were registered in the Polo and Riding Pony Stud Book in 1898.” (1) Closer to home for me, in 2022, I learned that the county where I live had a polo pony breeding farm at one time almost 100 years ago and there’s a connection to that effort on the ranch where my Fell Ponies and I now live.

This polo pony participated in the 1909 match which put the US on the international polo map when the team beat the UK for the Westchester/International Cup. From the 1925 edition of Types & Market Classes of Livestock.

The Polo Pony Stud Book was founded in England in 1893. Its aim was to support the breeding of ponies for the playing of polo and be a place for the registration of native pony stock, including the Fell. Native ponies were of interest to the Polo Pony Stud Book because of their hardiness and because individuals typically possessed “a clean-cut head, small ears, bright full eye, and well-curved nostril...” (2) You can see pictures of three prize-winning Fell Pony mares from the Polo Pony Stud Book era of Fell history on the Fell Pony Museum website (click here).

Polo horses and riders on the 7-11 Ranch 9 miles NE of Hot Springs, South Dakota. Courtesy Pioneer Museum, Hot Springs, SD

It was in 1925 that prominent businessman F.O. Butler announced he was bringing polo to his adopted home of Fall River County and Hot Springs, South Dakota. He had purchased the 7-11 Ranch north of town and was dedicating the ranch to polo pony breeding. He had previously established a polo club in Illinois where his permanent residence was. His family became interested in polo after 1909 when the US beat the British team to win the coveted International/Westchester Cup. The first known game of polo in Fall River County occurred in 1925 and was referred to as ‘hockey on hoof’ in the newspaper!

Polo being played on the 7-11 Ranch. Courtesy Pioneer Museum, Hot Springs, SD

In his book about F.O. Butler called Paper Mountain, author Robert Karolevitz writes, “South Dakota was, as one sportswriter put it, an ideal place for polo. There was plenty of flat ground not too valuable for other uses. The prairie turf was buffalo-tough and required little maintenance. What’s more: most people knew one end of a horse from the other.” (3)

Butler brought in breeding stock from Wyoming, Montana, California, New Mexico, Mexico, and Cuba. By 1928, there were 94 mares and three stallions at the 7-11. When F.O.’s son said he wanted hardiness and coolheadedness in his polo ponies, F.O. replied, “All right. The colts will get hardiness feeding over the hills and wearing their feet tough on the sand rock. That way they will develop bone and muscle as all of the western ponies have. The coolheadedness we will get by selecting our brood stock.” (4) In those words, there are certainly echoes of how Fell Pony characteristics develop.

Karolevitz also wrote, “[Butler] brought in a ten-ton roller to smooth out the new polo field at the ranch in time for the Hot Springs team to ride circles around the Fourth Cavalry foursome from Fort Meade, 13 to 2. [Butler’s wife] Fannie served tea after the game, a social touch not particularly commonplace in cowboy country.” (5)

In 1916, a park on College Hill in Hot Springs had a half-mile horse race track and by the next year the park had grandstands, bleachers, stables, and a full-time grounds keeper for numerous types of community events. F.O. Butler bought the park in the late 1920s or early 1930s and later donated to the town of Hot Springs. The park carries his name today. (6)

Butler Park in Hot Springs, SD now supports modern sports, but at one time there were stables where the library is in the background.

Depression and drought in the early 1930s ended Fall River County’s enthusiasm for polo, but the 7-11 continued to provide ponies to other parts of the country until a turning point of ranch operations in 1937. Polo was still being played in the Black Hills of South Dakota as recently as 2015. (7)

John, Olaf and Alvin Aaberg were three of the earliest Hot Springs polo enthusiasts. John became manager of the 7-11 Ranch after Butler purchased it and went on trips to buy breeding stock with Butler. These Aaberg men were great-great-uncles to several residents of the ranch where I live today. Occasionally the Aaberg descendants here give assistance to my Fell Pony herd.

Polo mallets, helmet and balls from the era of polo in Fall River County, South Dakota. Items in the collections of the Pioneer Museum, Hot Springs, South Dakota

Fell Ponies are descended at least in part from the extinct Galloway Pony. The Galloway also contributed to the Thoroughbred. The Fell Pony Museum website says, “Although the ancestors of our modern Fell ponies did include Galloways, the well-bred racing "Galloways" were derived from the native "Scotch" pony by several generations of maternal descent; making our Fells distant cousins-many-times-removed of today's racing Thoroughbreds.” (8) So perhaps today’s Fell Ponies living in Fall River County can trace very, very distantly in two different ways to an ancestor of the polo ponies that once were also born and raised here, either through the Galloway or through the Poly Pony Stud Book. It’s fun to ponder!

I am indebted to Dawn Johnson at the Pioneer Museum in Hot Springs for locating and showing me the Museum’s polo-related collections and describing her family’s connection to polo history in Fall River County. And I am once again indebted to Sue Millard, curator of the Fell Pony Museum website, for the treasure trove she has collected there. Finally, I am grateful to my friend Tracy Plessinger for pointing out the connection between the beautiful 7-11 Ranch and polo ponies.

1. http://www.fellponysociety.org.uk/about_breed.htm

2. https://www.fellponymuseum.org.uk/fells/19clate/fpsoc.htm

3. Karolevitz, Robert F. Paper Mountain: The Story of Frank Osgood Butler. Brookings, SD: South Dakota State University Foundation Press, 1980, p. 46.

4. Karolevitz, p. 47.

5. Karolevitz, p. 48.

6. https://frcheraldstar.com/news/1897-naming-writes-hot-springs-butler-park-named-for-chicago-born-businessman

7. https://newtonforkranchblog.wordpress.com/, 10/13/15

8. https://www.fellponymuseum.org.uk/fells/17_18C/galloways2.htm

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Grazing Animals - Including Ponies - Doing Good

As you are likely aware, there is a debate raging about whether we humans should all be vegetarians, with the related opinion that livestock raised for meat should be removed from landscapes.  Like anything in life that’s important, it’s a complex topic.  Grazing animals such as cattle, sheep and goats can do damage to landscapes, a truth that fuels the pro-vegetarian/anti-livestock camp.  However, it is also the case that grazing animals can benefit landscapes when their grazing is managed with that goal in mind.  In a large swath of North America, grazing animals were an important part of healthy ecosystems prior to the arrival of Europeans to the continent, and around the world there are increasing numbers of farmers and ranchers who are successfully using livestock to improve landscapes and soil health.  In England, Fell Ponies are being used for this sort of beneficial grazing in their home region (click here to for more information).

In a recent paper in the journal animals, famed professor and livestock handling expert Temple Grandin laid out the current research that supports the title “Grazing Cattle, Sheep, and Goats Are Important Parts of a Sustainable Agricultural Future.” She concludes the article with “Well-managed grazing systems can be truly sustainable and improve soil health, help sequester carbon, and maintain plant biodiversity.  The grazing animals are part of the cycle of life and the natural grass ecosystem.  They are a natural part of the land.”  (1)  I have an ongoing assignment for Rural Heritage magazine to write articles on this and similar topics.

Usually, the discussions about the benefits of managed grazing involve the species that Grandin includes in her paper:  cattle, sheep, and goats.  A new book crossed my desk, however, that gives equine owners guidance on how to feed their animals with the same goals in mind:  improving landscapes and soil health.  Called Species-rich Grassland:  The Secret Key to Equine Health, the book is written by a German scientist who lays out in both an informative and entertaining way the science of managing forage and choosing forage products for the benefit of equines and their landscapes.  The book was published in 2019 and translated from German in 2021.  The author is a PhD ecophysiologist specializing in equine pastures, and she has copiously referenced current and historical research from around the world in this volume. 

Things that we regularly take for granted when we have equines are called into question in the book.  For instance, Vanselow considers mowing hay to be ecologically damaging in most cases because it reduces species diversity, both in forage plants and in the numerous other animal species that call pastures home.  Any hay meadow that has to be resown every few years also should be cause for reconsideration.  Fortunately, numerous case studies are given to show how to manage grassland more holistically, opening the reader’s mind to how our own landscape or the landscape from which we purchase forage products can be managed better for the health of our equines and other community members.

The book is available from the publishers of Rural Heritage magazine.  I highly recommend it for its thought-provoking and inspiring content.

1. Grandin, Temple.  “Grazing Cattle, Sheep and Goats are Important Parts of a Sustainable Agricultural Future, animals, 2002.12.2092, https://doi.org/10.3390/ani12162092, 8/16/22.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Pack Saddles and Fell Ponies

Turkey Trot Sand Lily prepared for packing equipment in canvas panniers into a logging job in a roadless area. Note that the rear girth on this saddle is farther back than would be comfortable on a male pony.

I received a question about pack saddles for Fell Ponies. And then I received another one. And then I received some fascinating information about pack saddles used during the packhorse era in Cumbria when ancestors of our Fell Ponies were an important part of transport and commerce. So I thought I had better collect the information that I have on packsaddles and Fells into one place.

Historic pack saddle at Eskdale Mill in Boot, Cumbria. It appears that the saddle and padding are integrated in this saddle. Photo courtesy Kate Hughes.

While the questions I received were about pack saddles, I consider here the topic a bit more broadly. Besides the saddle proper, there is a pad and usually some sort of container (often called panniers) which is attached to the saddle to enable loads to be carried. Sometimes there aren’t three distinct pieces to a pack outfit. For instance, the historic packhorse saddle at Eskdale Mill in Boot, Cumbria appears to have the saddle and padding combined together. And I have strapped loads directly to the saddles, as is often done with the famous Decker pack saddles, specially designed to be stronger for awkward loads.

A pack pannier system designed to be placed over a western saddle. Top: before a trash pickup project. Bottom: Before an overnight work pack trip. Photos courtesy Dawn Munro and Paula Guenther

A friend introduced me to yet another variation. She found panniers designed to fit over a riding saddle (do an internet search for Trail Max Saddle Panniers to see where to purchase them; at this writing, Amazon carries them.) Here’s what she shared after taking an overnight trip that went well: “Sometimes people face a barrier to packing with their equine because they think they need a formal pack outfit, but there are other options. The Trail Max Panniers are heavy duty and have straps in the right places. I used them with the vintage endurance trail saddle that is my normal and best fitting saddle. You can get plastic cargo boxes that fit the bags, but we did pretty well balancing the load without boxes. The only disadvantage to the design is that it is difficult to tighten the saddle’s girth with the bags full, so after the first quarter mile we needed a two-person lift-and-tighten maneuver. There is a big O ring that the rear flank cinch goes through and one at the center that can go to center D ring or pommel on saddle, whichever works better. I did remove the stirrups, fenders and leathers for a more streamlined profile. You wouldn’t have to, necessarily, and toward the end of hike out, I was pretty tempted to climb up and ride with legs cocked forward!”

When I responded to my first inquirer about pack saddles for Fells, I began at the beginning, meaning comfort of the pony. If a pony’s packsaddle is fit properly, the pony will work more willingly and safely than if the pony is asked to work with ill-fitting tack. Fitting pack saddles is similar to fitting riding saddles in that the length of the bars and ‘sit’ of the bars contributes to the comfort of the pony. For that reason, it’s important that you figure out a way to try out the packsaddle before buying, for instance by finding a local provider of packsaddles. (For an extensive article on saddle fit and Fell Ponies, click here.)

Often Fells have short backs so they require shorter bars than horses do. When I picked out packsaddles for a job for our logging and construction business several years ago, I considered both horse and burro sizes to fit the various ponies I was using on that job. I have even used a llama pack saddle on a pony, though it’s a compromise because llamas have a heavy fleece coat that allows for straighter saddle bars so extra padding is needed to fit the saddle to an equine.

Gravel being unloaded from apple-picking bags used as panniers on a packsaddle. Restar Lucky Joe is the Fell Pony.

The packsaddles I purchased for that professional job came with saddle pads. They were larger and thicker than pads for riding saddles to ensure that the back of the pony is sufficiently protected from the bars of the saddle as well as the load. Once you have the saddle and pad figured out, then you may add panniers of some sort. I have simple canvas bag-type panniers as well as apple picking bags for a gravel hauling job I did once (click here to read more). I also have nylon-lined open-top bags that I have packed greens for holiday wreaths in.

Linnel Doublet, known as Rusty, wearing an early 1900s English pack saddle while on a walk on an historic packhorse track in the Lake District.

Hynholme Amber wearing a replica of a vintage English packsaddle in the Lake District.

In 2015 my late husband and I took two Fell Ponies on a walk over Burnmoor in the Lake District on an historic packhorse track. Christine Robinson of the Kerbeck stud provided the ponies and pack saddles, to which we strapped our lunches in burlap bags. The ponies were Hynholme Amber (the black in the photos) and Linnel Doublet, known as Rusty (the bay in the photos). The two saddles were differently constructed. Christine recalls, “The saddle Rusty had on was purchased at a Vintage Traction Engine Show in Dorset. I haven't seen one like it before or after. It is actually with a friend of mine near Bristol, so I can't check exactly, but I remember it was stamped as being made in London in the early 1900s; sorry I can't remember the maker or exact date. I suspect it was Military. It also had stirrup bars on, so could be ridden on, but I'm not sure I'd fancy that! The saddle on Amber was made by my husband and was a copy of one belonging to a Heavy Horse Centre/museum. Although we use it as it is, it would originally have had pads and girth straps similar to the other one.”

Knowing my interest in packhorse history, Helen Caldwell of the Cumbria Industrial History Society sent me an excerpt from a book that is fascinating to ponder. It describes touring an historic hall in the Lake District and says in part, “Returning downstairs to the passage between the old portion and the kitchen, Mrs. Nelson, the occupier’s wife, told me that this part and the kitchen were at one time a shed. Pointing to several small remains of pulleys fastened to the beams, she said that over them ran ropes to lift the loads from the pack-horses. In the kitchen I found a pulley complete, and from this it is possible to visualize the scene in the old days. A long string of heavily-laden ponies would draw up toward evening in the yard and would then be led under this shed or porch in batches, there being arrangements to deal with about half a dozen at a time. Then, with an arrangement of ropes and hooks, the loads tied on the saddles could quickly be lifted off before the ponies were stabled for the night. The process would be reversed the next morning and considerable time would thus be saved, the unpacking and repacking of the merchandise being avoided.” (1)

It is possible that ‘to lift the loads from the pack-horses’ means to lift the entire saddle with panniers or other containers still attached. When you look at the packsaddle that Rusty wore on our trip over Burnmoor, it’s easy to imagine that that sort of packsaddle would be easy to lift by a pulley system as described. Alternatively, it’s possible that just the panniers were lifted and the saddles were removed in a separate step in the evening process. When lifting loaded panniers onto a packsaddle, it is always advisable - for the comfort of the pony and the security of the saddle - to attach both panniers at the same time to the saddle so that the saddle doesn’t try to spin from being weighted only on one side. The pulley system described here would be a tremendous help, with one person potentially being able to lift both panniers alone. Regarding ‘the unpacking and repacking of the merchandise being avoided,’ I feel this statement stems from a lack of understanding of packing. I have never unpacked the contents of the panniers at the end of the day. The whole point of having panniers or similar containers is to enable them to be removed still loaded and then be reattached in their loaded state to the saddle the next day. The pulley system described here instead provides advantages already discussed above: either enabling the entire saddle-and-panniers combination to be removed at once or the panniers to be removed by a single person.

Mowcop Black Bess putting a klibber to use for Eddie McDonough. Courtesy Eddie McDonough

Fell Ponies of course are not the only mountain and moorland pony breed that have a heritage of packing. For instance, Shetland Ponies were used extensively to carry peat on the isles of their home terrain. The packsaddles used there were called klibbers and were of very economical construction. Fell Pony enthusiast Eddie McDonough has constructed a klibber for his mare Mowcop Black Bess and has shared his design; click here for more information.

If you have read this far, you have likely concluded that there have been and continue to be a variety of pack outfits that can be used on Fells. The choice is up to the human involved in the packing project! If you are aware of other historic saddles or modern experiences packing with ponies, I would love to hear about them!

I am grateful to my ponies and to Christine Robinson, Eddie McDonough, Helen Caldwell, and my late husband for opportunities to advance my education regarding packing with ponies.

1. Palmer, J.H. Historic Farmhouses In and Around Westmorland. Kendal: Westmorland Gazette, Ltd. 1946, p. 90.

Integrating the Herds

For a variety of reasons, I had been running my Fell Pony mares in two herds: three mares with foals at foot in one and two mares and three fillies in the other.  After three of those ponies left for their new home, it was time to integrate the remaining ponies in a single herd.   

I did it at the end of the day when the open mares and fillies were hungry, thinking that they would head off to graze and the other mares with foals would be elsewhere.  But when I got to the barn, the mares and foals arrived there too, so it was fascinating to see what happened next. 

I opened the gate to the pasture from the corral so that the four mares and fillies could come out.  Before they did, though, the two mares and foals started to go in.  The oldest colt, Robert, did go in with his mother and Robert proceeded to try and interact with the mares, but the other mare, Matty, took one look at the situation and headed right back out to pasture with her son Rory following close behind.  She wanted no part of the interactions that were about to unfold. Meanwhile Honey defended Robert when one mare ran at him before Robert figured out that he needed to be a little bit respectful.  At that point, everybody followed Matty and Rory out to pasture.

I checked on the ponies ninety minutes later, and they were all together in a nook of the pasture.  Well, mostly together.  Matty still had Rory off to one side, but the rest were grazing together, with Robert still expressing interest in the females and they wanting him to back off.  I know the dynamics will continue to evolve as the two herds become fully integrated into one, and I look forward to watching!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Microchip Miracle Worker

To register our Fell Pony foals, we are required to microchip them.  Microchips are in hollow needles that are inserted in the neck (usually).  In order for the microchip to fit in the needle, the needle needs to be larger than your average vaccine needle.  It therefore is quite a poke and quite a test of a young pony’s tolerance for new experiences.  When I have a colt that is being gelded, I make sure the microchip is inserted while they’re under anesthesia.  But there are stud colt prospects and fillies that must endure the implantation of microchips while awake. 

I do what I can to prepare my youngsters for the microchipping experience by poking them with a toothpick while rubbing them in favorite places.  I have found, though, that some veterinarians are more skilled at inserting a microchip than others, causing less trauma.  I have been supremely impressed with how Dr. Stephanie Stevens at Cheyenne River Animal Hospital inserts microchips.  Some veterinarians want to shave the area, swab it with alcohol, and then give a local anesthetic.  In my experience, these steps just give the foal more to get worked up about.  Some vets have told me that the shave-and-swab step doesn’t really improve the cleanliness of the procedure enough to justify the additional time and effort. 

Dr. Stephanie’s technique is to first befriend the foal in the horse trailer where it is with its mother.  The befriending process eventually includes rubbing the neck where she will be working.  I appreciate this step because it’s something my foals are accustomed to from my handling.  Then she quickly folds the skin of the neck and inserts the needle.  The foals rarely take more than a single step backward before the procedure is complete.  I am always on the opposite side of the foal so I can’t claim to know exactly how she does it, but what I do know is that her relationship with the foal doesn’t change from before to after the insertion of the chip.  I consider Dr. Stephanie my microchip miracle worker and am so grateful to have her work with my ponies.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Things You Might Experience When You Bring a Fell Pony Weanling Home!

Willowtrail Storm King went to his new owner at eight months of age.  When his owner contacted me three months later, the stories she told were a beautiful composite of all that I have heard from people after they bring a Fell Pony youngster into their lives.

 From King’s owner:

 I love him and he is sweet as can be but also Stubborn with a capital S 😁.

 The farrier came a week ago and King was about as uncooperative as can be. So I asked the farrier if I could have a minute with him. I threw the lead rope over his back and easily picked up, held, patted, rubbed and squeezed all of his feet while he stood quietly. We decided the only thing different was me holding the lead rope versus King being at liberty. The farrier then proceeded to trim King with no fuss with the lead rope over his back.

He loves a good full body scratch, so I will drape myself all over him, scratch him everywhere and he loves it.

He does well with all the big horses.  He is the only one who gets along with everyone else, so he can go in with any of the horses on the property. He also likes to be alone sometimes, so occasionally he will be grazing all the way across the property from everyone else.

He is super smart and has shown me every weak spot in my fences and has visited the neighbors twice. He can open most doors and likes to get into the tack room, so we have had to find different ways to lock it. He likes to open the round pen and let himself in or anyone who might be in there out.

He's so much fun. Really one of the bright spots in my life.

 Having spent so many years with Fell Ponies, while they are bright spots in my life, I no longer realize how they differ from other equines.  Messages such as this one from King’s owner bring both a smile to my face and valuable perspective.  I am so luck that King has landed in such a great place.

 © Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Pony Cost of Ownership

Sometimes people inquire about Fell Ponies and then realize the purchase price is more than they can afford.  I tell them I appreciate their interest and hope they can fulfill their equine hopes, desires, and dreams another way.  Yet in my experience, the purchase price is just the first of many economic considerations to owning a Fell Pony.  The others can be collectively thought of as cost-of-ownership.  (I learned the same thing about owning a car.  Purchase price is one thing; fuel, insurance, maintenance, tires, and other related expenses vary considerably but are very real considerations when owning an automobile.)

When a client very wisely asked me about the cost of ownership of a Fell Pony, I sighed and said, ‘it depends.’  Even my own pony cost-of-ownership has changed over the years as I have changed locations and management strategies.  For instance, in the high mountains of Colorado, I had pasture only three months a year, so I fed lots of hay the rest of the time.  When I moved to South Dakota, my herd is able to stay on pasture most of the year, and I feed most of my hay in the spring and summer when I keep the herd off the greenest of the grass part-time to manage their weight.  Even with the same number of ponies, my feed costs have changed significantly as have their logistics.  I still make tremendous use of a dry lot so that my ponies can stay in their herd but off the pasture. Every year I learn something new to lower the expense of owning ponies, and every year I learn something new I want to buy to care for them better!

The University of Maine Cooperative Extension includes in their Guide to First-Time Horse Ownership (click here) a section called ‘Budgeting for the Expense of Horse Ownership.’  Their major categories are board, feed, health care, farrier, bedding, equipment, and other, including training and insurance.  My list would be a little different since most people I interact with own their own horse housing so instead of board there are expenses like fencing, water, manure management, pasture management, and equipment expenses for these activities (tractor, manure spreader, etc.).

Within the feed category are numerous subcategories like salt, minerals, digestible energy, and hay.  I choose to invest in the best quality of supplements I can because I consider it preventive medicine.  Hay costs vary not only by location and size of bale, but year to year, mostly up and up and up!!!  Fell Ponies are easy-keepers so require less hay than the typical horse, but they often are on dry lot more than a horse so may actually require more hay than a horse kept on the same property.

The University of Maine publication says about health care, “the amount spent on health care varies among horse owners, depending on the frequency of scheduled exams, deworming, and vaccinations. Breeding incurs much higher vet services for pre-breeding checks, pregnancy checks, additional vaccinations, and post-natal care. Emergency veterinary care can cause a significant increase in the costs associated with this category.”  I have learned the hard way that I can completely blow up my pony-keeping budget when an injury occurs.

Many Fell Ponies do quite well barefoot, so the costs farrier-wise are often the cost of a barefoot trimmer.  And Fell Ponies do best when kept in a way that they can move regularly, not kept in stalls, so there’s a potential savings on bedding but perhaps more thought needed for how to keep them moving without keeping them on pasture constantly where they can become overweight.  And it’s not just pasture that can make them overweight.  My first Fell Pony was two hundred pounds overweight when I bought her from having free choice hay in a feeder and not much required movement.

Equipment costs – saddles, bridles, lead ropes, cleaning equipment, etc. – vary by owner and type of use to which the pony is put.  With Fell Ponies being so versatile – ride, drive, draft, pack - they can cause this category to get big.  I have saddles, driving harness, draft harness, pack saddles…. you get the idea!!

It’s easy to assume that if you aren’t interested in showing, that the Other category might be one where expenses could be saved.  I have found, though, that these ponies make me want to learn, so training for me and them - whether on-line, purchased materials, or in person - is a constant, varying in dollar amount as I learn and search out new instructors.

The University of Maine publication has some very sound concluding advice.  “Maintain accurate records of costs and make adjustments to maximize the amount of pleasure received from the money spent for horse ownership…  The cost of horse ownership can be regulated by understanding the needs of the horse and selecting products that most efficiently meet those needs.”  I appreciate the advice to make mindful the connection between pleasure and expense outlays.  These ponies bring lots of joy that makes expenses on their behalf much easier to afford.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Equine Track Systems and Predators

A client asked if she could realistically keep an equine on a small acreage.  I suggested she look at track systems, also called Paddock Paradise by Jamie Jackson.  She then expressed concern about coyotes and other large predators with a pony in a track system.  Having lived with large predators myself and experimented with a track system, I realized I had more questions than answers for my client, and I needed to do some research.

A Fell Pony on my alpine pony track in Colorado, using deep snow as virtual fencing.

One of the first courses I took after moving to Colorado many years ago was about keeping livestock on small acreage in Colorado.  I immediately learned that what’s possible in other parts of the country regarding livestock isn’t possible in the dry climate of the Rockies.  Seven acres of pasture may support two horses in Minnesota, but in parts of Colorado seven acres only provides 17 grazing days in an entire year!  Getting creative with how those acres are used, then, is imperative to keeping both equines and the landscape healthy.  That’s where a paddock paradise or track system can help.

As a Colorado State University Cooperative Extension document says, “Wild horses travel great distances along familiar tracks each day, and paddock paradise tries to mimic this using a track system.…  The design can be as simple as running temporary fence along the perimeter fence of a pasture to create a narrow alleyway for animals to move within.” (1)  I used the concept to increase movement of my ponies during the winter months using snow banks as fence as shown in the picture (click here to read more).  I found it improved both their mental and physical health.

In Colorado, we had coyotes, mountain lions and towards the end of my time there, wolves.  Because my tracks were never fenced narrowly, I never worried about these predators because I figured the ponies had room to move if they needed to get away or position themselves for a well-placed kick or stomp.  On a narrow, fenced track, though, after my client asked, I wondered if predators could cause problems when their coping strategies are constrained by closely spaced fences.  Remember that dogs are also predators and can cause problems for equines.

The first thing my research turned up is that people have generally found that horses and large ponies like the Fell can take care of themselves well enough that predators won’t bother them.  Smaller ponies and miniature horses, on the other hand, may need to be stalled at night to keep them safe when large predator pressure is high. 

The other key point was to use electric fencing initially to build the track system.  A few of the reasons include:

• Electric fence can be relatively easily and economically changed if the design isn’t quite right for the situation.  Permanent fence can then be built when the equines and predators have revealed their patterns of coexistence.

• When sufficiently provoked, equines will take out an electric fence to get themselves to safety if they have to, providing valuable feedback to us as stewards.  I had this happen once when a tree fell down.  The ponies weren’t injured when they were startled and took out the fence, and the fence was relatively easily repaired.  The ponies still respected the fence thereafter, probably because it was only the first pony through the fence that endured the shock; the others just followed.

• Electric fence can be configured to effectively shock some predators. 

One feature of a paddock paradise design that I think would be helpful when planning to co-exist with predators is to incorporate a paddock or wide spot in the track where the ponies could run to if needed to more effectively deliver a kick or stomp.  Often people incorporate a corral at the barn into their track or a wide spot where they feed hay or leave minerals so the herd can gather briefly there.

One person with experience with equines co-existing with coyotes said they encourage their male dogs to urinate along the track boundary to discourage coyotes from entering the track.  They also use chain link fence and electric fence to discourage entry.  Another person uses wind chimes and electric fence.

My mind is eased now, having heard that there are ways to build track systems that allow coexistence with resident predators.  I am grateful for how easily good information emerges on the subject with an internet search!

1)      https://sam.extension.colostate.edu/topics/pasture-range/paddock-paradise-track-system-for-horses

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

Pasture Ornaments and Housewives

My sister and I had a conversation about our mother. Mom passed away several years ago, but of course not a day goes by that I don’t think of her influence on my life. She worked outside the home only once briefly for pay, but she was never idle. Her pastimes were often civic-minded, a value that she and my dad successfully passed on to all three of us kids.

One night several years ago we had company for dinner. Our guests were both equine-minded, and my husband good-naturedly chided all three of us for our ‘frivolous’ equine hobbies. A few days before that we’d met with a client who asked how many ponies I had. I felt that beyond wanting the number, there was a curiosity behind the question about why anyone needs so many.

When I was talking to my sister about our mother, I remarked about what an impossible role model Mom had been. My sister and I both work outside the home for pay, yet the home Mom made and the numerous outside activities that Mom sustained are the pattern we were brought up with and judge ourselves against. We both do well with career and outside activities but aren’t as accomplished in some of the other things our mother did so well.

I once had a new pony who was in serious need of lessons on being a mountain pony. I put the new pony in with the mares, and after a few quiet moments a circus erupted and it was clear that the new herd member wasn’t terribly welcome. After we intervened in the high-spirited antics, things quieted down again and I noticed which pony the newcomer was standing with. Plan B regarding mountain pony lessons became clear. There couldn’t have been a better equine teacher that the new pony could have gravitated towards. Yet that pony would be called a pasture ornament by many because she was too old to work anymore.

The one time that my mother worked outside the home was when she was a state legislator. Her campaign for office was not only a family affair but also a natural extension of our family’s civic-minded activities, which included regular work on political campaigns. In the information book for the state government, Mom’s picture appeared with all her legislative colleagues, much like in a yearbook. Under each legislator’s name was their occupation. At least one other officeholder shared Mom’s occupation: homemaker. Not only was ‘homemaker’ an excellent description of what these women did outside elected office, but it also had fewer negative connotations than ‘housewife.’

When I got my first pony, my intention was to put her to work, which I successfully did. When I got my second pony, my intention was to put him to work. I was also successful with him. I’ve always tried to make sure every pony here has a job. I have to admit, though, that often the job is more in my mind than in how they spend the hours of their day.

Mom was aware of all the negative connotations of the term housewife and her frequent retort was, “Yes, all I do all day is sit around reading movie magazines and eating chocolate bon-bons.” We put a movie magazine and some chocolate bon-bons in her grave because we knew she’d never had time or use for them when she was alive. Maybe her afterlife would be different.

One day I had visitors who wanted to meet the ponies. We ended our tour in one paddock where we started talking about pony-related topics. One mare stood with us the whole time and eventually inserted herself into the conversation. I think I had been mentioning some grieving that I’d been going through, and my pony responded by moving closer to me and putting her head quietly and carefully over my shoulder. It was incredibly touching. And it wasn’t the first time one of my ponies (especially my Fell Ponies) has responded in some way to a heavy emotion I’m experiencing.

I was contacted by a Fell Pony enthusiast wanting to grow their herd, but they qualified their goal by insisting they didn’t want any new ponies to just be pasture ornaments. I wondered if they would consider Fells running on the fells of Cumbria to be pasture ornaments. And it made me think again about the term housewife and its similarities to pasture ornament. These two terms are so often used with heavy (negative) judgment. My experience, though, has been that those labeled with these terms often contribute so much to the quality of the life they share with others. I think of the many moments of profound peace I have felt thanks to my mother’s homemaking and my ponies’ presence in my pastures, moments that are priceless. My hope is that the people who use these terms judgmentally will someday experience the profound gifts that housewives and pasture ornaments bring to life.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

More stories like this one are in my book What An Honor, available internationally by clicking here or on the picture.

The Ultimate Broodmare Compliment

It is a compliment from a broodmare when she allows us to see her young foal, since she can be expert in blocking a view with her body.  And it’s even more of a compliment when she allows us to handle her foal, whether it is disinfecting its navel, teaching it to wear a halter, or any of the other early-in-life handling chores we may choose to do with foals.  But in my experience, the ultimate broodmare complement is even more meaningful.

I was visiting with a veterinarian on a Sunday, so she had her young son at the clinic with her.  We were talking about pony breeding, and she explained to her son that we rarely get to see baby ponies born.  I agreed with her, as I have mares whom have never complimented me by allowing me to be present when they give birth.  This year, though, all three of my mares complimented me with that experience.

The first was Willowtrail Mountain Honey.  I had attended her first birthing experience a few years before, so I was hopeful I would again receive the compliment of her wanting my presence.  This time I had been monitoring her and could tell she had chosen to foal on a day when I had to be away for several hours.  If it had been a less-important event, I would have re-scheduled it, so I was terribly upset to be leaving.  Sometimes miracles happen, though, and when I told a friend about my dilemma, she immediately offered to come out to the ranch to sit with Honey while I was gone.  At a discreet distance from Honey, my friend read a novel in the spring sunshine, enjoyed tea in the shade of a tree, and struck up conversations with Honey occasionally.  Nonetheless, Honey chose not to foal while I was gone.

Willowtrail Mountain Honey giving birth to Willowtrail Robert

I arrived back home in the late afternoon and took over watching Honey.  Every two hours or so, I checked her waxing and behavior.  I went to bed without her foaling, and I set my alarm for every two hours.  Honey could have chosen to foal, then, when I had just gone back inside but instead she waited until I appeared at 1am to begin the last stages of labor.  Willowtrail Robert was born not long after.  (I always ponder when the actual moment of birth is, since it’s not uncommon for hind legs, for instance, to stay inside the birth canal for several minutes after the rest of the body has greeted air.  Some foals try to stand before their hind legs are fully ‘born’!)

It might be fair to say that a greater compliment came to me a few weeks later when it was Drybarrows Calista’s turn to give birth.  The previous year she had chosen, with help from my timed monitoring schedule, to give birth without me there.  So I felt especially honored that she chose differently this year, giving me the great compliment of wanting me there.  Rambler was born shortly after midnight.

Drybarrows Calista giving birth to Willowtrail Rambler

Mare number three was Bowthorne Matty.  Matty had previously had seven foals for me, and I had been honored to attend birthing for many of them.  This time I almost missed the birth of number 8, Willowtrail Rory, because I forgot to set the alarm for the two-hour check.  Bless Matty for sending me a wake-up call so I could be there! 

Bowthorne Matty and Willowtrail Rory when he first stood at sixteen minutes

I consider a mare choosing to have me present for the birth of a foal to be the ultimate compliment she can give me because it is such a major physiologic and emotional event for her.  And as a breeder, it is an incredibly meaningful one for me.  In Carolyn Resnick’s horsemanship program, she considers her ‘Sharing Territory’ exercise to be the most important. It is about spending time ‘doing nothing’ with an equine but the reality is that it is very much about being present which can be more challenging than ‘doing nothing’ for us humans!  Carolyn says that when done correctly, Sharing Territory builds a strong bond between human and equine.  The time I spend with a new mother and pony is very similar to Carolyn’s Sharing Territory exercise, and I credit it and all the other relationship-building that I do with my ponies for the compliments they give me back.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

You can find more stories like this one in my book What An Honor, available by clicking here or on the book cover.

Two Chain Wind

I am told that the windy weather we’ve been having this month is unprecedented for our location. Being told that by someone who’s lived here for nearly 50 years, I’m inclined to believe it, even though wind is usually synonymous with South Dakota.

Today began with the discovery that a gate that has been chained shut for more than two years was blown open. An advantage of the fresh snow on the ground was that it was easy to see where my Fell Pony mare herd had gone. An advantage of it being April and it being warmer today is that there were wind-blown gaps in the snow, so the ponies hadn’t gone far because of the distraction of fresh green grass.

Stallion at left; mares in cattle feed bunk, center; young dog thinking he has work to do, right.

One of the things on my day’s to-do list was to tease mares. They checked that off my list by stopping at the stallion pen, showing me who was in heat and who was not. Handy! And I was very thankful for the stout fence that surrounds the stallion pen since ponies on both sides of it were testing it with their excitement.

I had been wanting to put cattle hay left in a feed bunk to use in some way, and that too proved a distraction for the herd from traveling too far. It also meant that when I took pony hay into the corrals, nobody followed me like they often do. I did manage to get two ponies, uninterested in their hormones, into the corral, but when I went to get the mares in heat, they took off back toward the gate they had come through, somewhat motivated by my young dog who couldn’t help but try to push them where they wanted to go which wasn’t where I wanted them to go. He was quickly leashed and then kenneled. And I was immediately sorry I had shut the pasture gate, since it’s likely the herd would have put themselves back in their pasture had I left it open.

The mares may have been trying to go back through the red gates that they had come through, but I had shut them. Green grass under the snow, though, kept them close by.

Another gate open that wasn’t supposed to be, so these three were missing from my roll call but quickly returned to the herd.

Eventually I got the rest of the herd behind the fence where they belonged and we headed to the corrals to get everyone back together. Once reunited and gates shut, I went to get hay, as is my habit, only to discover upon returning to the corral that what I had previously put out had not been eaten. I also was missing three ponies. Investigation found another gate open that shouldn’t have been, so I straightened that out before heading back to deal with the gate that had been open to start this rodeo.

About a week earlier, a double gate at a cattle pasture had blown open, so I had begun double-chaining it, and we hadn’t had loose cattle for that reason since. Before that, the stallion pen double gates had blown open when only shut with a single chain; they are now double-chained. The double gate on the pony pasture fence had only ever had a single chain since the gates were put in two years ago. That in itself suggests that the wind we’ve had recently has been more significant than the past two years.

Top image: only one chain; the second chain is still welded to a pipe as when the gate was purchased. Bottom: gate is double-chained. Young dog is being truly helpful (keeping me company) now.

When I checked the double gate at the cattle pasture this morning, the tails of both chains were flipped up and over a pipe and close to coming unlatched. I immediately thought of the story about monkeys and typewriters and eventually the works of Shakespeare being written. Given enough time, I could easily see how the wind would batter those gates back and forth and the chains would work loose. I’m counting on it taking twice as much random activity and wind for two chains to be worked loose compared to one.

I got my tools and put a second chain on the pony pasture double gates. I hope I never have to experience a two-chain wind. One chain winds are more than enough.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

The Wisdom of Homesteaders and Ponies

When I woke up this morning, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw when I barely raised my head from the pillow was my ponies grazing. That small hillside visible through my bedroom window was an odd location for them to be first thing in the morning. But my ears told me why they were there: wind.

Later, after I had gotten vertical, the herd was standing around the foaling sheds in front of my house. It seemed another odd choice given they have acres of green grass appearing for the first time in months. But it was a wise choice because of the wind.

This part of the ranch is the most sheltered of all during weather like this. It’s really not surprising, then, that the original homestead house is not far from where my house is. I have found, living rurally for the past three decades, that often you can learn a lot about the climate of a place by where the homesteaders placed their house. Here, it was in the shadow of a big hill in a narrow valley that runs roughly northeast-southwest. This location provided protection from the predominant winds from the northwest, like those we’re experiencing today.

The ponies seem to have the same good sense as the homesteaders about where there’s protection from weather. I learn a lot about the climate of this place by watching them on days like today!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

The Wayward Band

My three Fell Ponies that were missing the previous morning were at the barn when I got there. Thank goodness for small favors! After I knew they weren’t at the barn with the rest of the herd the day before, I had walked many more steps than usual to get them back home. When I found them missing, I talked to my neighbor, and he said the ranch hand had told him I had ponies out of their pasture. Unfortunately, I then got some incorrect information about where they were, one reason I walked more steps than usual while finding them. The picture has a red arrow pointing to the ponies, and a green arrow pointing approximately to where the fence is. Their pasture is back of the green arrow.

The wayward band on high

It was almost exactly a year to the day from when I had to retrieve one member of this band from the same place. Elk had once again removed a portion of fence, and apparently the grass was greener on the other side. She took two friends with her this time. Pony #1’s mother was recently sold by her breeder because she had a similar habit. I’m hoping fence repair will keep this from becoming that severe an annoyance.

The wayward band on the wrong side of the fence.

When I finally got to them on my second try, I haltered the band leader, found the spot in the fence that was breeched, and led her to it. With a little coaxing, she stepped over the remaining wire that was about 10” off the ground. I led her several yards away, removed the halter, and went back for the next pony.

Pony #2 took matters into her own hands … or hoofs! She ran up the fence to the breeched portion and beautifully jumped the remaining wire to join Pony #1. Before long they were out of sight, which of course worried Pony #3. I haltered her and tried to coax her over the wire where the other two had gone, but she refused to lift her feet high enough to clear the wire. I then tried holding the wire down to the ground with my foot, and she still refused. She touched the wire an inch off the ground and backed away. Darn! I found it quite awkward to hold the wire down and try to direct her over it, so I mentally went in search of a different solution.

Next I took the halter off and walked over the downed fence section in the direction that the other two ponies had gone, thinking that might encourage another jumping display. It ended up being a poor choice. Pony #3 seemed to be upset at being ‘abandoned’ and ran the other direction along the fence out of sight. The fence went down a very steep and rocky hillside, so I slowly picked my way to Pony #3 when I could finally see her. Fortunately she waited for me to arrive, and I apologized for my poor choice. I haltered her and led her down to a gate at the pasture corner and led her through. When I released her, she took off toward the barn at a run. When I got back to the barn a little while later, all three of my wayward band were there as if nothing unusual had happened.

One of several benefits of retrieving the wayward band was finding this first wildflower of the spring!

While the search process was a bit laborious, it was still an enjoyable outing. I got to see some beautiful country and got to spend time with the wayward band out on the hill. I also got to see my first wildflower blossom of the spring, a pasqueflower! Well worth the effort!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

There are more stories like this one in my book The Partnered Pony, available internationally by clicking here or on the book cover.

Using a Scrub Route

It is incredibly flattering when my mare Madie wishes to engage with me during evening checks. It is especially flattering when she does this after I have skipped our training session earlier in the day because it feels like she missed our time together. One night on such an occasion I told her she should walk to the barn with me, and she did, traversing a quarter of a mile and interacting with me along the way, including helping me up a steep hill. Her foal wasn’t too pleased about being second priority!

But at temperatures close to zero (-17 Celsius) one evening, I just wasn’t interested in doing anything but getting done with my checks and back inside. Madie can be very persistent, following me for great distances to convince me to interact, so I needed a strategy to discourage her interest. I laughed at the idea that came to mind.

When I need to distract my mind from my to-do list, I like to listen to sports. This time of year, I enjoy college American football (I don’t enjoy watching as much because violent hits really bother me.) There is a strategy in the game called a scrub route where a player runs downfield with a defender in pursuit, and the offensive player runs close to a fellow player to ‘scrub’ the defender off the pursuit.

In the picture here, you see Madie’s ears; she is requesting interaction. You can also see a trail up the hill to the right. Just after I took this picture, another pony, Honey, appeared at the top of the trail and descended a few strides. Madie is subordinate to Honey. I instantly realized I could scrub Madie off my trail by walking up past Honey and then continuing out of sight because Madie was unlikely to attempt to pass Honey on the hill.

It worked. I was able to walk up and away from the herd with a focus on getting to someplace warm. Sitting in the warmth of my house telling this story, it feels a little unfair to Madie that I scrubbed her, but in the end I know it was not only best for me but it was best for her, too. In the cold I was far from being in an playful state of mind. I look forward to warmer weather next time!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2022

With a Little Help from Madie

I was laying in bed thinking about my to-do list for the day, and I realized that a pony could help me with one of the items on that list. It had been a long time since I’d asked a pony to help me with ‘work,’ so I quickly got out of bed to put the plan into action.

It all started with a Facebook post a few weeks before by a very accomplished florist/wreath maker in the UK. Each year she advertises beautiful horsehead wreaths for sale. The first time I saw one, I was smitten. This year, when I saw her post, I decided I would buy one as a holiday gift for my pink pony princess friend Jackson. I quickly learned, though, that the florist is so popular that she sells out well in advance. Chagrined, I had to put my thinking cap back on to figure out a holiday gift for Jackson.

I just couldn’t get the idea of a horsehead wreath out of my mind, though. I used to have a wreath-making business back in Colorado; I regularly used ponies to bring supplies in from the woods. So I began wondering if I could make a horsehead wreath for Jackson myself. After I was able to find a frame, I got permission to harvest greens here on the ranch, so it was beginning to seem possible. I found suitable greens not far away, so I was even more encouraged, though the ones here are cedar so are different from the subalpine fir greens I used in Colorado.

Next was to put together the pony portion of the chore. I pulled out two plasticized nylon bags that I had purchased several years ago for a different pony packing job. They are connected together at one point at the top and are intended to be used for light but bulky loads. Because of the nature of the jobs I wanted to do with them, I didn’t need pack saddles; I could just lay them across my pony’s back and keep them in place by their shape and weight.

My decision about which pony to use was an easy one. Willowtrail Spring Maiden, called Madie, has daily been asking to engage with me, and usually I just mount her, thank her, and dismount. This time, though, I would be asking her to pack in the greens. About five years ago, I had worked with her for a couple of weeks in preparation for a packing job, so I was confident that she would be okay with the idea. She just had never dealt with those particular bags. So the first thing I did was take the bags to her and see if she would quickly accept them slung over her back. She did, so next I harvested the quantity of greens I thought I would need, filling the bags as I harvested.

I had strategically chosen the harvesting location to be close to the pony pasture, so that Madie would be familiar with the terrain, if not the particular work. Madie was at the barn with the rest of the herd when it was time to go get the greens. I haltered Madie, and with her son King following, I led her on a half mile walk to where I had left the bags of greens. One of the many unknowns of this outing was how well four-month-old King would follow his mother and how he would react to his mother carrying the bags. I quickly found out that he was more of a challenge that I had anticipated, but in a good way! He not only willingly followed us but was very curious and constantly trying to pull on the bags. It was mostly a challenge when I was trying to make sure Madie was comfortable with how the loaded bags felt on her body while King was tugging on them. We took it slow at the start and then were able to walk at a good Fell Pony speed to where we left the bags. I was thrilled with both of them!

Making a ‘wreath’ in the shape of a horsehead instead of a circle or garland was a new experience. It was also a creative challenge to figure out what native materials to use for mane and forelock. Small Ponderosa Pine cones were the obvious choice for eyes, though! Because Jackson is a fan of the movie Frozen, blue and pink ribbons were important adornments for her wreath. The one that hangs outside my door, though, is au naturel. Thank you, Madie, for making these holiday decorations possible!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

Thankful 2021

There is nothing like a little snow
Falling from the sky,
And then a flock more than seventy strong
Of wild turkeys walking by,

To put me in a festive mind
And focus me again on gratitude.
For me this November holiday
Is about so much more than party food.

In these past few years, no one has been spared
From turmoil or disruption.
We’ve all been faced with our unique type
Of a two-year life reproduction.

Hopefully some of life’s bigger truths
Have helped you endure the upsets.
For me learning that miracles can follow tragedy
Has helped me navigate my collection of resets.

For my ponies and me it’s hard to imagine
How we could have landed in a better place.
For them a fell-like hill for pasture.
For me a log cabin for home base.

Seeing my ponies on a hill
Similar to where their ancestors roamed
Is giving me new insights
And makes me incredulous how we’ve been re-homed.

It’s hard to believe another year has passed –
It’s been two since we arrived here.
We have all settled well into new routines
And love that to each other we are near.

That another year has passed by us
Is evidenced by new members of my herd,
They being the result of my match-making
Done so long ago that memory has blurred!

My heart pony has had a daughter
Who is vying for top spot in my heart.
Another new daughter and a year old
Have given a new generation a good start.

Meanwhile the older ponies are gifts
For their steadfast presence and rapport.
Their desires to connect each day with me
Fill me with appreciation to my core.

I am grateful for two local horsewomen,
Like-minded but in different ways,
That enrich my life with ponies
By delighting with a hug or turn of phrase.

I’m grateful for friends much further away
Who touch me with their pony-filled communications.
Usually they give inspiration to me
Through their well-thought recommendations.

I am grateful for the love of family.
My own visited this summer here.
On this place, the family I live amongst
Has welcomed me with incredible cheer.

I am grateful for a recent opportunity
To be a guest on the Fell Pony podcast.
Having my two decades of work asked about
Made the interview go by so fast!

I am grateful for how my other interests
So often circle back to the ponies I love.
It’s a sign I’ve landed where I need to be,
A life that fits me like a glove.

So this Thanksgiving I am grateful
For this amazing place that we are living.
Its abounding beauty and diversity
Are healing gifts that keep on giving.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

Descending the Hill

Red arrow points to a pony descending the hill. I first saw them on the flat just above there.

When I got to the barn, my Fell Pony mare herd, except for three, were already there. I could see the missing three high on the hill, watching me spread a little hay and begin to prepare vitamin buckets. I was hoping they would come in on their own because I had sprained an ankle a few days before so I wasn’t looking forward to climbing after them. Then they began descending.

These three ponies come naturally to living on the hill. Drybarrows Calista, the oldest at four years, was born on a fell in Cumbria. Our hill is similar in slope and roughness to a fell, but more treed than most fells. And our climate is considerably drier. Calista’s daughter Willowtrail Mayflower, at five months old, has obviously been following her mom up the hill ever since Calista decided to lead her there. Willowtrail Aimee was also born here and at a year old has been following the herd up the hill - if not leading them - for most of her life.

I took a few minutes to watch these ponies descend the hill and even thought to video it. You can watch the video by clicking here. Patience was required because they took their time, stopping occasionally, which I admit I too do to admire the view and look for the best route down. It was interesting to note that they walked most of it, trotted some, and didn’t break into a canter until they were on lower, less rough ground. It was also notable that Aimee made sure Mayflower wasn’t left too far behind.

After these three young ponies came in and I finished my chores, I realized one of my dogs was not with us. It turned out she had found a dead deer in the pony pasture. Later I learned the deer had been killed by a mountain lion the day before. I wonder if the ponies watched the action. Mostly, though, I’m thankful they are all safe. And I feel justified again for foaling my mares in secure pens rather than out on the hill. My choice is different than many hill breeders in the homeland of our breed, but I don’t think they have the predators we do.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

You can read more stories like this one in my book What an Honor, available internationally by clicking here or on the book cover.

Morning Laughter

Mayflower tucked between two friends!

Early in the day, I had seen the mares come into the barn from the hill. Normally they wait there for me to arrive, but by the time I got there this time they weren’t there anymore. I spread their hay, and they still didn’t arrive, so apparently they weren’t close. Before taking a walk to find them, I walked to the stallion pen and fed Asi. On the walk back to the mare paddock I noticed that the mares had decided to come in. The four oldest mares came first and entered the paddock and started working on the hay I had spread. Then I saw yearling Aimee and mare Calista and her foal Mayflower running in. Rather than come into the paddock, though, they went to the waterer on the outside of the paddock.

I completed a short chore, and I saw Aimee come in, but I didn’t see Calista and Mayflower come in. I went to close the gate, pondering a walk to go look for Calista and Mayflower, then Calista appeared and passed me and went in. But where was her baby Mayflower? I started calling as I pulled the gate shut, my anxiety rising as I considered what might have happened to my young foal. As I turned around for one last look at the mares in the paddock before going out to search, I saw Mayflower looking at me from the lineup of mares, as if to say ‘here I am!’ I started laughing really hard. After I acknowledged Mayflower, she turned around and went back to eating hay and I laughed even harder.

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

There are more stories like this one in my book What an Honor, available internationally by clicking here or on the book cover.

Pony Moments Summer 2021

I am so lucky to spend so much time with my ponies. They bring so many smiles to my face. Here are a few short examples from the past few months.

We had a moister summer than last, so my stallion’s grazing paddock lasted him most of the season. He stood at the gate in the morning waiting for me to open it and enjoyed his run down and into the ravine and up the other side before settling into grazing. Each day, though, when he heard me call, he willingly reversed the process, running down into the ravine and then back up into his paddock to meet me. I was so thankful!

I had two mares foal late in the summer. I appreciated their cooperation with my housing choices for them. Prior to foaling I was bringing Rose into a shed during the day to accustom her to the arrangement, then returning her to the herd for the night. Many mornings before she foaled, she would be at the shed when I came out, waiting for me to put her in. After Madie and Rose foaled, I put them out to graze during the day then in at night. These mares and their foals have a very large and varied pasture to graze, yet they reliably show up at dusk to be put in. I sleep better knowing they are in when the coyotes begin to howl nearby.

My two mares that did not have foals this year have also made me smile daily. Matty and Honey are out all night to graze, but every morning they are at the barn awaiting me when I arrive to close them in for the day. I keep them in so the foals can get used to the terrain of the pasture before dealing with the larger herd dynamics. Matty and Honey could make other choices, and they don’t. I’m so thankful.

One night I got home after dark. All of my ponies were in need of attention. Some needed to be fed where they were housed for the night and others needed to be let out to graze until morning. The adults were most interested in getting their feeding needs met, but the foals showed a different priority. Each of them - Mayflower, King, and Lettie – made a point of approaching and acknowledging me before following their mothers. They warmed my heart.

During fly season, I was regularly spraying the ponies who were in paddocks with an all-natural repellent. I have learned over the years that fly spray has at least three sensory associations that need to be established in my ponies for them to accept being sprayed: smell, feel, and sound (click here to read a story about those discoveries!) This time I was surprised, though, by how those sensory associations had already been learned by my foals. Both King at a few weeks old and Mayflower at a few months old stepped between their mothers and me to be sprayed. They had apparently already learned the relief associated with the spray and wanted to be first in line!

Another night, I also returned home after dark. As I stepped out of the car, I heard a call from the foaling shed nearby. Madie’s voice had a different quality to it, so I wondered what she was concerned about. Then I heard the pasture gate rattle. Ha! I had set a tub of hay outside the gate to give to Madie before I went to bed. She was letting me know that herd mates Matty and Honey had found the tub despite having an entire pasture to graze on and were reaching through the fence eating her evening meal. Since then I’ve put Madie’s tub farther from the gate!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

Madie, Where's Your Baby?!!!

I laughed when I saw this - King in the wrong pen with his mother on the outside!

I had company for dinner and had to excuse myself right at dark to go bring in my mares and their foals. I was thankful when I stepped out the door and one of the mares called out a greeting. She was usually close at that time of night, so I was glad the pattern had repeated itself on a night when I was later doing this chore than I should have been.

I grabbed a halter and let myself through the pasture gate, and Madie came to greet me. After exchanging hellos, she followed me into her pen where I had put out hay for her. Then I looked around and realized her foal King was nowhere in sight. I said quickly, more than once, “Madie, where’s your baby?!!!”

I hurriedly put a halter on her, and we went back out into the pasture in the direction from which I had seen her come. Failing light is far from ideal when looking for black ponies, especially against a treed background. Eventually, though, I saw the second mare Rose appearing from the ravine, and my relief was abundant when I saw her with two foals, one of which was King.

I put Madie back in her pen, thinking King would follow her in, but I had more work to do. He was more interested in following Rose and her foal Lettie. I haltered Rose and led her into her pen, and eventually Lettie followed; she too seemed interested in hanging out with her brother. I shut the gate of that pen quickly because I knew from the previous day that King would follow Rose and Lettie into their pen if I let him, as the photo here shows. When King realized he was alone, he finally decided to join his mother in their pen, and I shut the gate for the night. But I had quite a story to tell my dinner guests when I returned to them!

© Jenifer Morrissey, 2021

There are more stories about my life with Fell Ponies in What an Honor, available internationally by clicking here or on the book cover.