Domino the horse arrived on Monday.
I bought her in July, sight unseen over the internet. She’s a black half-clydie with sabino colouring, with a history of having black foals with dramatic white flashes. She cost $1500.
She was originally at Wallendbeen, somewhere near Wagga Wagga. The seller helped me find a stallion for her, Volo Peter from Wagga, so I got her trucked directly there without coming to Yarra first.
Volo Peter is a mighty black clydie stallion, so there’s a good chance of getting something impressive.
The previous owner did warn me that Domino was hard to catch, and has not been broken in. She has never been known to kick and bite, but is not sociable.
When she arrived, she was put into the goose paddock. She wouldn’t let anyone get closer than about 20m from her.
About 10 days before her arrival, we got another horse on agistment. Rav is a stockhorse (or similar) yearling gelding. He came to us because although weaned he wouldn’t leave his mum alone, so he was a bit lonely at our place to start with. We visited him every day, and took some bread sometimes, and he’s a well-mannered and friendly youngster.
I’ve been applying some horse psychology. I’ve been wandering down to their paddocks, giving Rav some bread and then offering some to Domino. If Domino doesn’t come, I give her bread to Rav, who’s delighted to get the extra lollies.
On the first attempt Domino was coming within 4m of me, and on the second attempt she was heavily conflicted at 40cm away. Hopefully, I’ll get her eating from my hand soon.
In the meantime my friend Sasha tried some natural horsemanship on her. We got Domino into our round yard with the assistance of all hands. This involved some terrifying moments for Allison and wwoofer Nellie who are not comfortable having large muscular horses charging at them.
Sasha worked Domino around the yard, trying to get her to meet her in a calm centre. We ran out of light before that was achieved. The next day, Sasha got her farrier friend to have a look, who decided she was intractable. (Actually he said he would shoot her, after she tried to bite and kick him, but he was pushing her pretty hard.)
So we’ll keep Domino on her own terms. She will now eat from a bucket I’m holding, and I’ll work up to patting her. I never expect to be able to ride her, but fair enough as I would have paid at least another $2000 for her if she were ridable.