Archive for August, 2012

Horses in a Herd use Hierarchy and More

Horses in a Herd have Hierarchy and More

How do horses in a herd interact?

How do horses in a herd interact with other horses?  How do horses interact with people?  If I were to pick a social model, I would say, “Horses in a herd live in a herd hierarchy”.  Think of a social ladder, with some horse occupying each rung.  If this were the case, then the horses that live in our horse herd would be so calm and orderly.
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Horse Hello

Horse Hello

 A horse hello is a test of leadership.

How do horses say, “Hello”?   A new gelding (a male horse) has come to the Kenner Ranch, and is being introduced to the horses that live on the ranch in a herd.
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Horse behavior in a herd is social with leaders and followers

Horse Behavior-How horses become friends

A new horse in the herd gives insights into horse behavior

We have a new weanling here at the ranch (a young horse newly weaned away from its mother) and he is showing something interesting about horse behavior – how a new horse becomes one of the herd.

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Talking to horses in the round pen

Talking to horses might be possible.

The round pen is a wonderful place to try your hand at talking to horses.  It is a place where we can hold a sort of body language dialog that the horse understands, and gives the horse the ability to try to reach us as well.   From our human standpoint, the dialog begins with two simple ideas: move… and stop.  As simple as these two ideas are, our ability to communicate with freely moving horses around these two ideas is magical.

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Communication happens like an invisible bridge between man and horse.  Both horses and humans can  feel the connection..

Talk to Horses-Can we?

Is it Possible to Talk to horses?

When I was little I worshipped a movie hero who could talk to horses and other animals.  I desperately wanted to do the same.  I wanted to be Dr. Dolittle.  I would sit for hours with little scraps of bread in my open palm, held open on the ground, trying to entice some local squirrel or chipmonk to come and eat out of my hand.  Once or twice one actually did grab the bread from my fingers.  While not a resounding success, I felt that I was on my way to skipping in Dr. Dolittle’s footsteps.  (I also tried to entice all of our neighborhood’s cats, but never brought along any cat food, and they were wiser than to let a child near them.)  As I grew older my life grew busier, we moved to a more urban setting, and I forgot about my career plans to become an animal communicator.  I fell far from my dream.  As a young adult I didn’t even have a dog.

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