Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Not so good a day today

Wednesday –The agenda for me today is to go up the stable again and supervise Hector and Sterlin trim a couple more of the 14 horses. Then we get to see “Dōnkey” (you know, like Shrek?). He is a little jack with a colorful story. More on that shortly. He has one very long hoof on the right hind that we have to trim very similar to the foundered mule that Pete Ramey trims on his “Under the Horse” DVD series. I have those DVDs here on the island so I reviewed several things in preparation. Because of the excess growth, I picked up a hacksaw at the local hardware store to get the bulk off and make it manageable to work with. Wish me luck. The vets will just be right down the path in case I need tranquilizer for the little guy:>) I hope not, but I’d sure rather do that then “throw” him. This little donkey was obtained in a trade by two Canadian guys long ago that drove from Canada to Honduras. Their car broke down in route and they ended up trading for two donkeys. One since died but this little guy is still hangin’.

As it turned out I was not able to trim him today. He wanted to bite me and absolutely wouldn’t hold still at all. I even tried snubbing him to a tree. It is quite amazing how strong these little guys can be. Jenny, who feeds and takes care of the horse and donkey was there and called the vets for me to come and tranquilize him. They never showed up after 3 hours. I caught a ride with a local heading to the clinic and then walked back to my cottage, very disappointed that no one came to help me. I hope to get to trim this donkey before I leave as he really really needs trimming.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Scuba Day - Not for me :>)

Tuesday – almost everyone went scuba diving. I was signed up for Scuba Tune-up but bailed. I’d been certified way back in ’76 and hadn’t dived since :>) There were to be around 20 people Marina walking ahead as we pop out on the beachon the boat and I just felt that was way too many. So instead, Marina took me on a lovely hike to the north shore of the island by Pumpkin Hill, the highest point on the island. It was about a 30 minute walk and I got to see lots of the countryside that can’t be seen from the main roads. These are wide paths that we were on and you could tell that in the rainy season it got quite muddy and full of ruts. Lots of areas the ground reminds me of the red dirt clay back in Alabama and Georgia. We saw lots of lizards and a few Iguanas along the way. The shore was beautiful but not really any sandy beaches. Mostly just hard sharp corral rock. There are only a couple of nice beaches on the island. Later Marina made us some homemade burritos. For dinner most of our group, Marina, my new neighbors Chris and Veronica from the UK, and Martin from Germany went to a place called the Bundu Café. Evie, a very talented guitar player singer from Spain sang for us accompanied by a bongo drum player. She opened with What’s Goin On by Four Non Blondes. Her set even included a Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash song! When she took a break and guy from Minnesota borrowed her guitar and sang for us and his style reminded me a lot of David Wilcox from the northwest. Then came a belly dancer who performed during a drum solo, followed by yet another gal that got up and belly danced for us. Evie then performed some more and then one of the local dive shop managers sang. All Spanish and kind of rappish.

Monday, March 31, 2008

The Honduras Way

Sunday - was a free day for everyone followed by a nice bar-b-q at Dr. Loretta Potts house on the east end of the island. Dr. Loretta is the local vet. She does free spay and neuter and other pet services at her clinic on the island 1 day a week.

Monday – back to work. I made arrangements to be at the stable at 8AM. There are 4 young horses and one brood mare that haven’t had their hooves trimmed in a while, and because they are not ridden they don’t have the benefit of natural wear. By now I’ve got Hector and Sterlin trimming while I supervise. They do ok with the actual trimming, it’s the fear of getting kicked that’s getting in their way. Down here in Latin America they don’t hesitate to throw a horse to trim their feet if they give them the least bit of trouble. There was a 3 year old filly that hadn’t had much done with her hooves. The first 3 feet went pretty well. The last foot was another story. She continued to try to kick and just not want that foot to be messed with. So we gave her some time off in a stall and trimmed another horse instead. When we came back to her, she wasn’t any better. I’m no trainer by any means and only trim horses back home that have been handled already. This was all new to me and just didn’t know how to proceed. Well, the owner partner was there and gave the guys the go ahead to “throw her”. I never want to see that ever again in my life. The owner partner had never seen a horse thrown and was regretting it as soon as it started. The hoof got trimmed somewhat – the best a person can do when the hoof is laying straight out on the ground. While on the ground one of the gals in our group performed Animal Talk on her and again later before we left. This is something new I’m learning about. Her name is Natalie Morrow and she lives in Missoula, MT. If you want to learn more, as I do, there is a website called www.BodyTalkSystem.com.

Next up was a yearling that was still sucking on her mamma. We discussed with the man that owns that stable that it was time for him to be weaned. This little guy had not had anything done with him but a halter put on and learned to tie. His hooves had never been trimmed, but didn’t look too bad. Rather than jumping right in an attempting to trim this horse, I opted to just go into his corral and touch him all over and down his legs. I actually was able to pick up all four feet a couple times each, but I kept it short and let him have them back right away. I’ll do that every day if I can while I’m here and hope to trim him up by the end of the week. I’d really hate to see this little guy thrown for the first time to have his hooves trimmed. I’d think they’d have to do it that way every time after that. Needless to say, it’s a very different world down here. Good news is that both Hector and Sterlin are willing to learn a different way. I’ve showed them that by staying closer to the horse, they have a better chance of not getting hammered. They both tend to stand way away and grab the foot. Then the horse fights them. I can come along behind them on the very same foot, staying close to the horse and pick up the foot with no problems. They could really use some natural horsemanship training down here for sure. I showed them a method that I learned from the Tellington Touch world that I use quite often in my practice. Sometimes when a horse isn’t use to having their feet picked up they’ll tend to pull away immediately or even kick at what’s touching them. This is where a long stick comes in handy. The horse needs to know that their foot is connected to the body. I begin by running the stick along the back, to the rump and down the leg. The first few times the horse will pick up his leg and maybe even kick out at it. Eventually, they will stop. Then I use my hand and do the same thing, rubbing the leg all the way down. When I feel ok about things and see the horse licking and chewing, I will then attempt to pick up the foot. 99% of the time I then have no problems with them. But these guys would just reach and grab and not give the horse a chance to adjust. That was a sentence to be thrown to be trimmed.

This was also the first day of the others doing spay/neuter so we met up later in the afternoon and had some dinner and drinks together and swapped stories about how our days went.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Work begins..

All went well. The horses down here are really small. But the most fascinating thing was that their hooves are beautiful except for a few minor chips. The stable hands are doing a great job of filing here and there, but mostly it’s because these horses are ridden on hard rough ground. Yeah, I know. This is a tropical island and you’d think just the opposite. I showed them a few of the natural hoof care techniques and we trimmed up 4 horses. By then it was a little after noon and getting dreadfully hot for me. Marina to the rescue. I showered and she took me to this nice place to eat on the water called the Driftwood Café. Excellent food and very nice people. I was introduced to more local islanders. Now by “local” I mean folks that were either born and raised here or from somewhere else but are now residents of Utila, called Utilians. Later that evening I rode my bike out to Slumberland Villas where the rest of the gang was staying and had finally arrived. We made all the introductions and went over the schedule for the week. Everyone was tired, just as I was when I arrived on Thursday, so I left and went back to my little cottage in the jungle.

Friday, March 28, 2008

I made it!

My flights all went well. Got to Roatan and there was someone to meet me for my charter flight. I had 3 guys to help me with the two 50 bags of supplies that I took. Security wanted to look in my box of supplies but once opened, fortunately I included a packing list. They just let me go. Then my charter plane (Cessna 172 - 4 seater) pilot came to my rescue and we cut to the front of the security line. Got a few dirty looks from the locals. Later I found out that usually mistresses and daughters of rich people get that kind of treatment. I guess I am in Honduras after all. Oh well…I got on that little plane with my personal pilot and off to Utila we went. What a beautiful view. Things happened so fast once I landed that I didn’t have a chance to think about getting my camera and sunglasses out for the flight. As we approached the island of Utila there was this lone landing strip and not a soul in sight except for Marina and her golf cart who took me to my little cottage in the jungle.

After a good night’s rest Thursday night, Marina took me around the village in her golf cart. It didn’t take very long as it is rather small. Everyone here gets around by foot, golf cart, scooter or bicycle and the occasional car and it is a “free for all” type of driving. The concrete roads, no make that pathways, are narrow and not a lot of room. Can you say defensive driving! So I rented my bicycle and off I went to explore on my own. My first stop was the bank to get some lempiras (the local currency). Wouldn’t you know it; no one behind the counter spoke English. Luckily there was a gentleman in line next to me that spoke both English and Spanish and translated for me. It turns out later that that this same man is one of the locals I will be getting together with regarding his horses and is just right down the road from the Eco Lodge where I am staying:>) So anyway, I got my bicycle for my stay, my lempiras, and ready for my adventure. I was to be at the stable at 3PM today. When I got there, no one was there, only someone else that didn’t speak English. I was looking for the owner Ron. Thru something that resembled charades and very little Spanish words I knew, they got Ron on the phone for me. He came in a bit, as did the stable hand that is a local and speaks both languages. His accent was heavily Creole English like from New Orleans. Can you say “ ya mon” :>) So we made plans for me to come back the next day Saturday and begin training.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Utila - here I come!

I'm in Houston now. Two more flights and I'm there :>) It was snowing at home when we left for the airport. Had about 4 inches on the ground. Utila here I come:>) I told my husband I didn't want to see any snow on the ground when I got home. Yeah right!

My packing skills definitely came in handy. With a 50 pound weight limit on checked baggage, my suitcase came in at 49.9 pounds and the box at 45.5. That was close. Yes that is all supplies too. Only personal items were two pair of jeans and trimming boots. Thank you Jessie for helping me to the airport. I couldn't have done it without you. Love ya babe :>)

Oh yeah. My cousin James (Handyman and Painter) & his wife Cindy were flying out to San Diego from the same terminal in Spokane and at about the same time. We had a nice visit and a couple of drinks before we boarded our respective planes and headed off in our separate directions. Good to see you guys. Thanks for making the wait more enjoyable.

Well, my next post will be from Utila when I find the islands internet access. Stay tuned....

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

One Week to go.....

Been using my horse packing skills to make sure my two pieces of checked baggage for supplies meets the airline requirements. So far so good. When I was packing and distributing weight, I found a third pair of nippers in the bottom of the box from GE Forge! Thank you GE Forge for your generous donation :>)

Still need a couple pair of hoof knives (For frog and bar trimming. No sole carving allowed:>) And about half dozen rasps, and the Equine Hoof Care Team will be well equipped for our mission.

Ingredients for "Ramey Goo" are available on the island (Athletes Foot Cream - 1% Clotrimazole, and Triple Antibiotic Ointment); as is Lysol Concentrate. These products can be used to help treat fungal/bacterial infections in the hoof.


My host, Marina Ocampo, has been a wonderful contact on the island to help in coordinating this effort.

She owns Utila Jungle Eco Lodge where I'll be renting an eco friendly cottage for the duration of my visit to the island of Utila.


March 26 and counting down.........