Thursday, February 26, 2026

Video: Head Tossing


 


I thought it would be better to share the videos of the head tossing, but it’s a large file that had to be cut into segments. 

The first video is the head tossing that began. 
The second is bending. 
And the third is the final product and she gave him a loose rein. (The goal.)

I purchased Cowboy at about this exact same age and his previous owners warned me that he had to be ridden with a tie down. The tie down was generous, but it kept him from flipping his head up really high. He compensated by jigging, and we had to work through that until we got it solved. I don’t like riding with tie downs because they can get caught in something on the trail. 

It didn’t take much bending to get Tumbleweed to relax and come back to her, and that scenario is about the most challenging for him. He could see his herd mates and he was in the pasture for the first time this year. 

Takeaways: when they’re emotional, don’t also get emotional. When they’re frustrated, don’t also get frustrated. 



I had a pleasant ride on him yesterday. I tried something I saw Katie doing, verbal commands in saddle. He responded to them, so it’s something I will incorporate.  

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Master Class On Head Tossing

 

Yesterday was Katie Day, so I got an obstacle course set up for her to play with Tweed. In fact, before she arrived Tweed helped me do the work, pushing the barrels with his nose as I pushed with my hands.

We had the barrels, bridges, cones, and flowers and a little further off, a half labyrinth, tires, and poles.


Tweed had some stuff to get out on the line, he did have five days off, after all. But Katie handled it well and soon had him saddled.  

They rode the obstacles, backed through the labyrinth both directions, and worked with vertical flexion at walk, trot, and canter. 

She had asked me what my goal for her was a few weeks ago, and I said it was to ride him out on our property. He gets bigger when he is out on the grass because it is usually his place to cut loose and relax, not work. 

Off they went. First, to the pasture alongside the house, which he did well. 

And second, to the back pasture, which resulted in aggressive head tossing, his trick that has unnerved me in the past. 

But for Katie, it was all in a day’s work. She asked for vertical flexion, and he said “hell no, I prefer to run away.”


She said, “well then, you will circle around.”





She would let him relax and think about it after the bending, then move him out again. If he raised his head for tossing, she’d circle him again, let him think again, then move out. 



It was a Master Class on how to stay calm and relaxed and bring your horse back to work. 




When they returned to the arena, she decided to back him through the gate. She said it is a skill they should know since you often have to go with the gate to close it. He has done it with many times before, but it was his HARD NO yesterday. 

Sadly, I don’t have any photos, but I’ll paint a picture. She asked for a backup with the gate wide open and he backed into the panels instead. He did it over and over again. I call that Brain Lock. Some people call it stubborn. 

She rode him forward through the gate and then backed him up from inside to outside, no problem, but when she went back outside and tried again, he backed into the panels again. 

She was in it by that point, which means you can’t quit until you get it done, however long that takes.  She stayed extremely calm and patient and did, indeed, get it done. Twice. What was going to be an hour session stretched to almost two. 1 1/2 to be exact, with the last half hour being the gate. 

I appreciated that last half hour more than the first because he did it to himself. He saw the arena as home base and DONE. But home base, the place he usually wants to get back to (barn sour), became not so great, and maybe not as desirable in the future. 

Katie loves this kind of work. She loves obstacles and riding out and putting finishing touches on ranch horses. That is her thing, and she is good at it. 

I told her later that the head tossing is usually where the wheels come off the bus for me, and many others. It is a scary evasion to ride. Tweed did it to me on the trails last year, on a steep hill where I could not turn him around in a circle. I was glad he did it yesterday, in a safer place, and she was able to address it. 

The equestrian area near me opens up on March 1st, this Sunday, and most of our future training will be down there, getting him ready for the trails. Our goal is to fix the holes. Katie will ride him once or twice a week as we start him back up. She knows him pretty well now, and how to support him and give him structure. 

I will be working on myself to continue that structure. 


Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Be My Place

Tumbleweed has had the last five days off since his vet appointment. It has given me time to reflect.

I was very proud of him at our appointment. He is great at loading and hauling, and when we arrived at the clinic, about a 40 minute drive, he unloaded and remained calm in the parking lot while we waited for them to come get us, about 20 minutes. 

A train went by. A stray dog popped out. Horses were whinnying from stalls. Workers were shuffling around corners. There was a lot. But he just looked, then relaxed and stood quietly by my side.

When they finally came to get us, they had us go into a new area they use for floating. It is a small room in a barn with a garage style door that was half open. Tumbleweed stopped at the entrance, I rubbed his head, and then he followed me right in and allowed them to calmly inspect his mouth before being tranquilized. 

I was proud because what I felt from him was trust


All this talk and effort towards getting the right feel, energy, connection, respect, communion—it boils down to wanting their trust

There is a verse from The Bible that I think about a lot, Ruth to Naomi:
 
Where you go, I will go; and where you stay, I will stay.”

I usually think about it in regard to how I feel about my husband. Wherever he is, that is home to me. But lately I’ve been thinking about it in the context of my horse and how I want him to feel. 

I want to be home to him. His safe place. Whether we’re in the woods on some dark trail or at a clinic along a busy road or in the arena. 

It reminds me of one of my favorite psalms, too, you are my hiding place, you protect me from trouble.  

I love that one so much that I wrote a song about it some years ago on guitar. My plea to God in a hard moment of life. The chorus:

Be my hiding place. Be my hiding place. Be the hand that I can trace. Be my pride and be my grace. Be my place, be my place. 

I know what it’s like to be afraid and lost. Terrified, even. And I know what it’s like to find safety, trust, and security. 

That is what I want Tumbleweed to find in me, and if I have an actual goal, that is it. That’s what it’s all about. 

Thursday, February 19, 2026

All Is Well

 

All is well that ends well. Turns out, it was a grass seed that embedded and irritated Tweed’s gums. They didn’t even charge me to remove it.







And he’s ready early for spring, with his teeth floated and vaccinations done. 

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Day Before the Vet

Tomorrow is the day I take Tumbleweed into the vet to find out what is lodged under his upper lip. I’m a little nervous about it, not the hauling part, though we did have a “snow squall” last night. 

I tucked them all into stalls, and then woke up the next day to this. 

There is no more snow in the forecast, and it melted off today, so the roads should be fine. I just hate to think of it being anything bad. 

I didn’t do anything with them today except let them out and clean their stalls. 

The cats still entertain me in the Sanctuary.

Tuffy. Age 14 and 8 months.

(2/18/26)


(2/17/26)


Dan. Age 12.  (2/17/26)


And Grady. Age 12. (2/17/26)


The boys are all content to stay in the barn, even when given the choice to go out.  


I’ve spent the day taking care of my sick grandson and I seem to also be getting sick. I’m drinking lots of water and getting ready to make chicken noodle soup. I hope to throw it off before tomorrow. 

Oh, and I’m knitting a Seahawks blanket for him, which is almost a form of meditation. 


Wish us luck tomorrow that all goes well for Tweed.