Valentine’s Day is said to be when the birds find their mates and secret admirers declare their love to the object of their desire. It is also traditionally the date that marks the breeding season for horses. If any mare is covered before this date there is a risk that, if she foaled early, the foal would be born in December and thus be classed as a year old on 1 January for competition purposes.
Thoroughbred breeders tend to aim for very early foals, whereas our native ponies are often foaling in April or May when the weather is warmer. Diva (Melland Queen of Scots) is quite a late foal, with her actual birthday being on the 13 of July. When you are showing a pony as a youngster, those born earlier in the year will have a bit of an advantage over those born later in being fuller grown and looking more mature. Once the ponies are around four years old, the advantage evens out somewhat as they all turn into adults.
I showed Diva as a two-year-old and she did look like a baby compared to some of the others from the same age group, but now at seven years old she is a lovely mature pony and has properly caught up. If I am ever tempted to breed from Diva (and yes, I am tempted a lot!), I would likely try to time her covering by the stallion with the aim being an April or May foal.
The yard where she is kept has only one gelding amidst five mares. I wonder if all the girls will send him a Valentine’s card or are they lusting after one of the horses who ride past? Diva has made herself pretty in the hope of catching someone’s eye!
I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s Day and that any secret admirers are brave enough to declare themselves!
Once again I threw Arlo in at the deep end, affiliating him purely for the Arena UK second round show, and once again he pulled it out the bag. How lucky am I to have such a wonderful little horse? We haven’t really competed this year. I don’t really compete over the winter, and also my horsebox was away for repairs up until the beginning of June, so I had no transport even if I’d wanted to.
With the dry ground we don’t seem to be having much luck with shoes, as little madam managed to pull both her front shoes off within 12 hours the other day! We entered the arena with two shoes on for a schooling session and left it with one missing (took about an hour to find it). Then that afternoon, as I went to put some hoof ointment on, I looked down and had to double take, thinking I was looking at the wrong hoof. But, no, the other shoe was missing too.
After having a long wait and some lunch at the onsite café, it was time to get ready for the Joan Wolfe Overall Supreme Shetland Pony Championship. I got changed out of my usual showing outfit into black trousers and a maroon top with white spots, as you are expected to be a bit more “bling” in the evening.
We were all set to go for our next outing, and were super excited. That was until I heard the dreaded clunk of a loose shoe! I checked it over, praying it wasn’t too loose, but, nope, it was going to need a refit.