Cue, Threat or Punishment?

This whip holder is at the entrance to the indoor arena where I board Tonka. There’s nothing unusual in this. In my sport of dressage, a rider carries a whip.

whips

 

We’re taught that if the horse ignores the leg aids (a squeeze, perhaps a jab or a kick) that the next step is to flick the whip across the flank. We’re told that if the horse is lazy, that a whip will wake him up.

A whip can be a cue. Some riders have weak legs. Some riders are so sloppy that a horse can’t possibly figure out what those swinging limbs are telling them to do. A tap is precise and clear. Tap. Go forward. Used in that way, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. It isn’t.

However, it’s rarely a tap. The problem with teaching a horse to go forward from the whip is that it’s not taught as a cue – if you move on after you feel this you get a reward. Rather, it’s taught as a threat. Get going and if you don’t, you’ll get hit harder. The problem inherent in this system is that if the horse doesn’t respond to a little tap the only option is to escalate. Tap again. Tap harder. What if he doesn’t respond to that? You whack. It’s no longer a cue. It’s no longer gentle pressure. It’s punishment. It’s a slippery slope that too many riders go down. Thirty-five years ago, I watched my riding instructor get so furious at a horse that he whipped it until he raised welts across that mare’s back. Although I lived in the same staff house with this man for the rest of that summer, I never spoke to him again.

But, I still rode with a whip. I carried a whip while riding many horses, over many years, and I can tell you that it is rewarding for the rider. When you use a crop, the horse, which had been moving sluggishly, surges ahead. This makes you feel successful, but what of the horse? Does the horse enjoy that moment of forward movement? In dressage, we talk about dancing with our horses. If I were dancing with a man, would I dance with him if he hit me? Of course not, and yet we accept this when dancing with our equine partners. My training perspective has changed. I’ve learned that there are other ways to get behavior, ways that are mutually enjoyable for all of the parties involved. It’s a perspective that I learned through clicker training and that I’m now applying it to my work with horses.

But I’m not throwing out everything. What makes riding different from training other animals is that you are sitting on the horse. Body to body contact. It’s complex and nuanced, and that to me is one of the great joys of riding. It’s like this: I feel him swivel his head as we walk through the woods. I know that deer is there before I see it. He feels me change my position an iota, a clue that we’re about to go faster. At a show he sees a flowerpot that scares him. I take a deep breath and he relaxes. As a girl who dreamed of being Dr. Doolittle and talking to the animals, riding is as close as I can get.

Using clicker training techniques, I could train my horse to turn left on a cue – perhaps a word or a touch on the left shoulder with a finger – but I wouldn’t want to. I want to continue to communicate in that complicated, yet hopefully subtle way, from the saddle. For example, when I want to turn to my left, I look that direction, my head moves, my spine rotates, the weight goes down into my left sitting bone, and through to the sole of my boot and into the stirrup. My left leg becomes the support pole that Tonka pivots around. He goes left. It’s not aversive. We’re simply listening to each other’s bodies. The horse remains relaxed and willing.

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Tonka turns to the left in response to my legs.

 

Add the reins, and we can talk to each other with more finesse. With very small changes in my contact, I can ask for more balance, for a change in rhythm, for a lifting of a shoulder. What I’m talking about takes athleticism and skill. When I first learned dressage, my instructor had me close my eyes and tell her which hoof was hitting the ground. Was the horse breathing in or out? Tune in like that to your horse, and the horse tunes into you. The communication can become instantaneous and magical. I’ve asked a horse to go from a halt to a canter by shifting one sitting bone. It works.

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A relaxed, but engaged warm-up trot.

That finesse, though, is hard to come by, and we riders get demanding and impatient, and we end up resorting to pressure (or worse) and then release, and we feel okay about it because we’re told that the release is a reward. Sometimes it is. But how rewarding can it be to the horse to have the same person who has hit him, say “good boy” and – maybe – allow him to take a breather? Not only does punishment has many fallouts (another post!) but this sort of training is not particularly effective. There is a better way. Go ahead and ride using your body, legs, seat and hands, but while you do, pay attention to the good strides and reward them immediately and with clarity. I’ll talk about rewards and how to use them when riding in upcoming posts.

You can put away the whip. Isn’t that a relief?

Tonk

Age and the Molt

It’s that time of year – leaves fall, and so do feathers. Have six hens and, starting in late summer, they’ll all start and finish molting at different times. Some of this variation is due to innate genetics. Some is due to health – a stressed hen molts. In my flock it’s obvious that age is a determinant of when a hen begins the molt.

The Gems in the Big Barn hatched in 2011. The Ladies in the Little Barn hatched in 2013.  Of the Gems, Pearl and Onxy are already done dropping feathers and are growing new ones in.

feathered

 

 

Other Gems are in various, obvious stages of the molt. For example, Ruby is rumpless.

rumpless Ruby

 

The younger Ladies are a several weeks behind, but the molt has started in the Little Barn, as well. See those twisted, loose feathers on beautiful Beatrix? Soon she won’t look so elegant.

Beatrix

 

 

But my Black Star, Beulah has yet to lose a feather (except to social picking.) She’s still laying, and I’m still having eggs for breakfast.

Beulah

 

This is why I like having younger hens. I do enjoy eggs and toast in the morning.

A New BarnCam

This is a special guest blog by my part-time IT Guy and full-time husband Steve. I’ll be back tomorrow. -Terry

Hi everyone!

Here at The HenCam I’ve been hard at work updating our cameras. The new OutsideCam is running well. But BarnCam… BarnCam was originally installed back in April 2011 before the Gems arrived:

brooder

 

It was fun to watch when the Gems were first hatched:

chickcam

 

BarnCam worked well for several years, but it hasn’t survived all the abuse that chickens can dish out:

worn-out camera

 

The old original BarnCam has been retired. Terry caught me hard at work building the new improved BarnCam:

IT_Guy_working

 

And it’s finally finished! Here’s what the new installation looks like:

BarnCam_install

 

This is not just any camera though. This one has a special additional feature—a microphone! Yes, now you can not only see the hens, but hear them too!

To turn on the sound, move your mouse over the BarnCam display to bring up the control bar:

controlbar-muted

 

Now move your mouse over to the speaker icon, then click on the slider and raise the volume control up:

controlbar-slider

 

That’s it! You should hear the hens chortling away.

Occasionally we may turn off the audio, using this handy MUTE switch installed in the barn:

mute_switch

Terry says I might use this when I need to swear at the goats.

Here in the United States you are quite within your rights to broadcast video of whoever may walk across your yard. But it so happens that broadcasting audio is illegal (see 18 USC Chapter 119). However there cannot be an expectation of privacy if there are public signs posted indicating the communication is being monitored. So I’ve put up signs around the yard:

sign_inside  sign_garagesign_door sign_barn

 

And just to be sure, I put a sign on the microphone itself, for the hens to read:

hen

I don’t think they will mind, do you?

Note from Terry: Today is Steve’s birthday. I’m making him chocolate pudding. (The recipe requires 6 egg yolks, thanks, Girls!) If you’d like, leave birthday greetings in the comments. The more, the merrier!

Animal Updates

I thought that you might like to hear updates on some of the animals.

Tonka had five weeks off to recover from a muscle pull in his shoulder. I wasn’t in a rush. I’d rather use rest than drugs. He’s 100% sound now. My instructor has given me a good rule of thumb – for every week off due to injury, expect to take two weeks of riding work to get back to where you were. So, we have over two months to get back into shape. Lucky for both of us, this is the prime season for trail riding. No bugs. Cool temps. Good footing. We’re heading out tomorrow for a long walk in the woods.

(Here’s Tonka waiting for supper. As you can see, he hasn’t lost any of his gleam or vigor.)

Tonka

 

Lily has adjusted to life with a painful and mostly useless rear leg joint. She’s still my shadow, but there’s a lot more lying down on the job. Much time is spent under my desk, where she gives herself permission to nap – not only is the leg injuring tiring, but she’s an old dog who needs to rest – so I’m glad to see her there (and hear her nose whistles.)

Lily under desk

 

Lily also goes out on the porch, where she remains vigilant from her comfy bed.

Lily on deck

 

So far, her other three legs are keeping her steady. I try to limit her activity so that they stay that way, but, well, she’s Lily.

The second day after the treatment with ivermectin, the bot fly larvae were vanquished and Caper’s nose was on the mend. He says that it’s all better and that soapy wet washcloths are no longer necessary. If you have a goat that likes to be cleaned up and fussed over, let me know about it. Mine don’t!

Caper nose

 

Twiggy took a one week break from laying. I thought she might molt, but she hasn’t. She’s back to leaving her large white eggs in the nesting box, however, now it’s every other day, not daily. Still, she appears fine and none of the Gems bother her. I still don’t know why the other flock turned on her.

Twiggy

 

Pearl, who molted early and dramatically, has grown in tight feathers (see along her back and base of her wing), which contrast with the fluffy older feathers that have yet to drop. I’ll continue to see the molt in members of the flock, at various stages, through November.

Pearl

 

Lastly in this update is Jasper. She’s molted, but she’ll never look good. As a chick she encouraged the other hens to pick at and eat her tail feathers. Why is a mystery. This is why it’s so important to know your birds. To a visitor, she looks awful, but it’s normal for her. Jasper will never win a beauty contest, but she doesn’t care, and I won’t either.

Jasper

A New Year

Today is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Last night we celebrated by having a dinner with friends. I baked challah (the recipe is in

)

challah

 

and there was juice squeezed from grapes from my vines.

grapes

 

The Jewish New Year arrives when the seasons change. It does feel as if the year is over. The ferns in the front woodland are fading.

Ferns

 

There is a hint of yellow in the trees.

yellow in woods

 

A few bright maple leaves float to the ground.

maple leaf

 

Although most flowers have died off, goldenrod sustains nectar-needing insects. (Look closely, there are two.)

goldenrod

 

As much as I don’t want summer to fade away, September and October are so gloriously beautiful that I don’t see this season as a dying back, rather it’s a thoughtful pause and time for rejuvenation.

Scooter is not so philosophical. He sprawls out in the hot sun, in denial of the winter to come.

Scooter