Flyer
Kelly Acres Thyme Flies – 2007 Section A Welsh grey gelding
Flyer was born to one of the most beautiful mares we ever raised. However while beautiful, she was definitely not easy (embodying the wildness of the Mountain pony stock she descended from). Flyer decided to make her a bit frustrated and chose to hangout with my son Garret. While she was snorting and stomping her feet at her kid hanging with my kid, Flyer took it upon himself to be a protector of humans. As he started to grow up, I started to notice Flyer interacting with people in the guise of a bodyguard. Those who seemed nervous in the herd (which can be a bit overwhelming to most people), he would put himself between the herd and the human.
When he was in his third year, Garret decided we should start the training process. So we brought him in to the yard, separated him from the herd and commenced playing. Halter first, put it on and started leading him around. Seemed easy, groomed him, so far no issues (remember I was well aware of his moms aversion to humans), so we went to the roundpen. I sent Garret to the tackshed for a saddle and helmet (just in case he wanted to hop up). Apparently Flyer had some very good “fairy” trainers in the pasture, Tacking up was uneventful, and Garret climbed on and stated “Mom, I’m a horse trainer!!! Laughing I stated that it doesn’t always happen this easy son! We played a few more times, and life got in the way and Flyers training got neglected.
He did continue to enjoy being with humans (especially Garret), and I started to be aware of subtle things he would do, like touching people with is muzzle. I started to ask if they had physical issues in that area (I also practice a few different healing modalities). Most would be surprised and ask how I knew. I shared that I didn’t but Flyer did! Some I took out and didn’t ask, just allowed Flyer to point things out to me.
About this time, my life was taking some serious turns, and i would walk out to the bachelor pasture (stallions and gelding) and just chill. I received so many healing gifts from horses that many people would just as dangerous. Especially Geordie, Boo, Max and Flyer. They would stand behind me while was sitting on a blanket on the ground, gently press their knees into my back and hang their head over mine. The first time was a bit disconcerting as it broke all of the “rules” in what we should allow horses (especially stallions) to do, they were in my space with my back to them, not under any human control and I was sitting down, the safety police would have a breakdown! Strangely, that was the safest I had felt in many years, and each horse brought individual energy and healing, and sometimes they did it as a pair or a group. And I started to look for ways I could share this with others.
Dad started the pony herd with the intention that all kids should have access to ride great ponies/horses. Flyer put his spin on it, all humans could choose to have access to the healing gifts that horses are offering. So maybe his training being neglected was its own gift, it didn’t get “trained out of him” and I got to recognize that there is so much more horse will share that is much more meaningful than a trophy or ribbon. Since then Flyer has very accurately pointed out serious health issues (known and unknown by the human), shared emotional possibilities, and lived his best life as a member of a fairly substantial herd. He is a clever pony that doesn’t have “real” job using traditional descriptions!
2017 black dun grade gelding
Mi Kindred Spirit 2000 ½ Welsh ½ Suffield Mustang bay gelding
One day we were moving cow/calf pairs out of the corrals to go onto cleaner pastures. Spring often creates a substance in the corrals that I will politely refer to as “mud/muck” After slogging through this knee deep slop for much too long, I decided to hop on Bram bareback, he could do a bit of slogging. One nasty mama cow decided to be overly protective of her calf, and had us cornered against a slab fence and came at us. Now I ‘m not sure if everyone has really slow, clear thoughts in moments like this, but I remember these ones (slightly modified for polite company) “Oh sh%t! I’m going to get both of us really hurt and its all my fault” “Cows are best on a plate” “Next time a helmet and a wetsuit might be a good idea” “he’s not panicking, good pony” “ holy crap you are a rockstar, thank you!”. All of these thoughts in a split second. Brams heart rate never increased, knowing we had no escape route, he calming rocked back on his hocks performing a perfect levade and “punched” the cow on her nose with his front hoof. This was not a trained skill! I decided at that moment that he would stay and that I was the little girl who deserved this great pony! He has since saved my life on numerous occasions, the ones I know about are cougar, wild boar, moose, coyotes, rogue deer flying through the bushesat us.
His skills range from jumping impressive couses both in the arena and cross country, dressage (he does find it less than inspirational), lesson pony for beginners and special needs riders (he does not love the level between beginner and advanced riders, often showing them that their skills aren’t quite up to his level. He is still (maybe more than when he was young) opinionated, and in his mind always right! And he can flush out incongruency in people, expert level! I have occasionally whispered “Alpo” under my breath when he has decided he doesn’t want to be caught, he has occasionally nipped the top of my hand during lessons he finds frustrating, and he has taught me so much about allowance! Bram is an amazing Kindred Spirit that shares so much without saying a word!
Brynarian Eiddwen Comet 1984-July 29 2007
As there were very few places that we could actually show at (juniors can’t show stallions at many shows) we did a lot of demos at various venues. Comet was super polite at all public appearances, most people thinking he was a gelding. There wasn’t a better ambassador to the Welsh breed! He loved the attention. I will never forget one occasion at Agribition when a whole bunch of school kids on a tour stopped by our stall. All the kids wanted to pet the beautiful black stallion. One young man held back a bit and waited for the crowd to clear and very politely asked if he too could touch the horse. I said of course and then he told me he was blind and asked if I could guide him. I took him into the stall, and he proceeded to feel Comet all over. Now Comet was always fine with people petting him (haughtily expecting it actually!), but he was always a little careful with people he didn’t know. This time however, he stood like a statue and allowed this young man to discover what a horse looked like through his fingers. Both the boy and I had tears running down our cheeks at the end, him because he got to realize a dream, me because I had witnessed something truly special! This all went on while heavy horse hitches, crowds of people, balloons etc. where going by not 2 feet away. Time seemed to stand still.