Socks for the Gili Ponies

My “holiday” a couple of months ago, was a quick flip back to Gili, which many people know holds a special place in my world.  I have written several times in the past about the Gili Cart Ponies, and some of those blogs and articles can be found here….

Last year, the Gili islands and Lombok suffered from a series of devasting earthquakes and I wanted to see for myself how the island was recovering.  Lombok, the biggest island in the area was hardest hit, with over 500 people dying, many more injured and still there are thousands of people living homeless in tents.

Rescued pony Salju going for her evening constitutional…
Rescued pony Salju going for her evening constitutional…

The staff on the three Gili islands are mostly from Lombok, they either commute daily (it’s only 10 minutes by boat) or have moved onto the smaller islands, but their families often remain at home in Lombok.  Because of this, when the earthquake hit Lombok in such a devasting way, most staff returned home immediately.  This included drivers and caregivers of the cart ponies.  Fortunately, some people remained on the Gili islands, such as

Chaos ensued for many months – a shortage of food and water, looting, local crime, the total ban of all tourists, devasting losses of human and animal life.  When the drivers fled Gili, most of them opened the pony’s stables and left them free to fend for themselves.  The majority of the cart ponies are stallions, so a couple of hundred loose stallions running wild on the island.  And, those still in their stables had to be found and fed and watered.

The islands are only now, really coming back to life.  Tourism is picking up and life is beginning to return to normal.  As I wandered around the island, there is still a lot of damage, deserted restaurants and hotels, piles of rubble and rebuilding, but there is definitely a feel of hope and a new start.  Luckily, the reefs seem relatively unharmed, and the stunning marine life is healthy and doing well.  (Yes, my holiday had to include a few dives, of course…)

There are still huge piles of rubble and much construction on the island
There are still huge piles of rubble and much construction on the island

And, part of my reason to visit, was to see the new Horses of Gili stable yard and vet clinic.  There has been no full-time vet on the islands, but now, through the dedication of Tori Taylor, (of Horses of Gili, and Lutwala dive) a new 8 horse barn is being built, along with a small vet surgery, housing for a vet, a farrier workshop and a charity shop.  Interviews are being held for a full-time vet, whose wages will be covered through donations.  The stables will be occupied by rescues who need some TLC while recovering from injury or illness.  This is a massive undertaking, and Tori desperately needs help with funding the project.  As ever, donations of tack and equipment are also most welcome…

Construction of the horse hospital was well under way when I visited, and now, at last, it’s up and running!
Construction of the horse hospital was well under way when I visited, and now, at last, it’s up and running!
Xena, a pony rescued with severely infected feet, checking out what will become her new home
Xena, a pony rescued with severely infected feet, checking out what will become her new home

Two other things that I was so excited about – one, the condition of the rubbish / garbage collecting ponies.  In the past, these ponies have suffered the hardest life, really being the bottom of the pecking order.  Now, thanks to www.animalaidabroad.com and www.giliecotrucst.co.id these ponies are fat, well, bright and living in clean, solid, well ventilated stables.  They are being shod with good quality shoes, have new harness, and the governing bodies of the island have allowed a few motorised golf carts to assist in the collection of recycling, so making the ponies jobs a lot easier.

The current condition of the garbage ponies – isn’t he stunning?)
The current condition of the garbage ponies – isn’t he stunning?)
The old, weak, traditional shoe…)
The old, weak, traditional shoe…)
That snaps far too easily
That snaps far too easily
Compared to the shoes they are now wearing
Compared to the shoes they are now wearing
Another garbage pony, this one getting his pedicure and new shoes…
Another garbage pony, this one getting his pedicure and new shoes…

The other thing was something I was carrying – socks!  A fabulous supporter, Michelle Harrison, together with Raymond Peterson of www.socksforhorses.com organised the donation of 6 sets of their amazing socks!  These Silver Whinny socks are fabric that is treated with silver and allow legs to breathe while helping to heal some really nasty diseases and injuries.     For those who have been following Horses of Gili for a while, you will remember Miracle, the little chidoma mare who had her entire leg degloved due to an accident.  It took well over a year to heal, but she is 100% now, and that is certainly thanks in part to her Silver Whinny socks as well as all of the TLC that she received.

Miracle’s leg, mid-way through healing
Miracle’s leg, mid-way through healing
Socks! Thank you Raymond Peterson of www.socksforhorses.com
Socks! Thank you Raymond Peterson of www.socksforhorses.com
Vashna and Tori checking out their socks – awesome to have, but hopefully they’ll remain in the vet cupboard for a while…
Vashna and Tori checking out their socks – awesome to have, but hopefully they’ll remain in the vet cupboard for a while…

It’s awesome when people such as Michelle, Raymond and companies like Socks for Horses get involved in projects like this, thank you!

 

It Happens After Every Grand National

It happens after every Grand National, doesn’t it?  Ban horse racing.  And, I’m pro horses, so I should be pro the ban, right?  Well, not really.    Let me explain my view – it’s a complicated, emotional subject with so many shades of grey.

Swelegent, a much loved, happy healthy Thoroughbred who led a long happy life after racing for many years
Swelegent, a much loved, happy healthy Thoroughbred who led a long happy life after racing for many years

Many years ago, I went for a week long interview to become a work rider at a very big name yard.  Oooh, I thought, the chance to ride some amazing horses, some of them have values into the millions, and the trainer – famous name.  How exciting.  Off I trotted….  The first day, a rider was cantering a young filly.  She was tied down in running reins and was obviously not very balanced.  And, out of the blue – the rider punched her over the head.  And again.  And again.  A watching young rider asked a senior rider, “why is he doing that?”.  The older rider’s reply?  “I don’t know, because he can?  Maybe he had a fight with his girlfriend.  Maybe the filly pulled.  Maybe she lifted her head.  Just concentrate on your own horse”.  A couple of days later, a horse who wasn’t being careful enough while jump schooling was pinned in a corner and beaten by two trainers on the ground with lunge whips and the rider on his back, until he was literally wetting himself in terror, before being released from the corner and tearing around the jumps again in panic.  The horses lived in squalor, small dark, cramped, damp stables with leaking rooves and disgusting bedding.  The grooms were short-handed, grumpy, over worked and had a job, no connection to these horses, so the horses were shoved around with no thought.  And, as a work rider, I was given my own bridle and saddle that must be used on every horse I rode, fit or not.  As you can imagine, I didn’t even last the week, and when I said I’m leaving NOW, they said oh, really?  We were preparing your contract, to stay for a year.  Hmmm…  So, this must have been a racing yard, since this is about racing?  No, it was an elite horse dealing and producing competition yard.  I was riding mainly dressage horses, but the other barn was all jumpers.  And the price tag on these horses started at 30,000 Euro.  Of course, the prospective buyers didn’t see behind the scenes, but oh, what went on.  This must have happened in China, or one of the remote, possibly dodgy countries I travel to, yes?  No, it is in a highly respected, mainland European country.

Where do the slow racing rejects go? Melody Fair, a lovely lady who was bred for racing and didn’t get there, because a fabulous all rounder who evented, show jumped and did dressage
Where do the slow racing rejects go? Melody Fair, a lovely lady who was bred for racing and didn’t get there, because a fabulous all rounder who evented, show jumped and did dressage

Another yard where I went to visit, I was warned that people there had had to sign a confidentiality contract as to what was happening on site.  Hmm, I thought, that’s odd.  Oh yes, I could see why those contracts were in place.  Wires, chains, whips.  I ran away very fast.  So, this must have been racing?  No, it was the slightly removed section of the yard for a team of stunt horse trainers, training the ponies for a film company, who were filming an international blockbuster, out of sight, out of mind, in a country where they could get away with cutting corners.  Why train a horse to fake fall, when you can just gallop it at a trip wire?  It doesn’t matter if it breaks it’s neck, we have spares. And yes, a lot of horse people watch this series because its an epic horse production.  But that’s ok, right?  It must have been a more minor film company from a bad country?  No, it was one of Britain’s biggest name film studios, filming in a far-off land, so they wouldn’t be tied down by welfare issues.

Cardiff Park – a Thoroughbred who raced for a couple of years before becoming a happy, healthy, sound riding horse and show jumper
Cardiff Park – a Thoroughbred who raced for a couple of years before becoming a happy, healthy, sound riding horse and show jumper

Any industry involving animals can be wonderful.  And can be appalling.  I’ve been in riding schools where the happy ponies are treated like royalty with 24/7 turnout in herds, awesome feeding and care, body work, experts in for hoof care, dental care, vet care.  And, I’ve been in elite yards that made me want to cry.  I’ve spent time in racing yards where the lads and lasses who take care of the horses obviously adore them, the care is again fit for royalty, with careful, science based nutrition, fittening, blood work ups, in house vets, where the horses are happy and relaxed.  In many, the one thing lacking is turn out, but this is changing in many places, and more and more good trainers are letting their horses live out in herds and taking on the mental aspect.  I’ve seen working horses who are fit, shiny, well, happy in their work, and I’ve seen paddock ponies, who are in theory in bliss because they are not expected to work for a living, and are living out in herds, all natural – in horrendous states because of laminitis from unrestricted grass, or skin and bone and on death’s door.

Well, happy working donkey enjoying the early morning, warming sunshine
Well, happy working donkey enjoying the early morning, warming  sunshine

“I adore my horse, he is my life, and we do dressage in pink matchy matchy saddle pads…”  As I plonk on a badly fitting dressage saddle (because I like riding in it), tighten my flash noseband so he can’t breath, slap on the draw reins and take selfies in the mirror.  And when he’s naughty, he’s disposed of, or sent to bootcamp with the trainer who will ”fix him”.  And when he’s not good enough, he’ll get passed onto a junior rider, who’ll add lethal spurs because the horse is tired and shut down and the new rider’s legs aren’t long enough to keep kicking everytime the trainer yells, “legs, legs, more leg, more leg, legs, kick”.  And being a dressage horse, he can live this happy life for 20 years, because it’s dressage, which is good, right?

“He’s a racehorse in training, here to provide sport and entertainment and hopefully some financial reward”.  And he has a lad looking after him who adores him, and who is a light weight with good hands who walks him up the heath track where he gallops with his head up, not being held down in rolkur.  Professional riders, professional care.  Yes, he must work, but we understand the science of good nutrition, and he has the best of health and dental care.  And, if he’s unlucky, he’ll break a leg and won’t know anything a few minutes later.  Or be sold on.  But he’ll only be a race horse for a short time.  Yes, it’s in the “he’s sold on” that the biggest issues arise.

In 2018, Deathwatch (coalition for the protection of race horses) says 119 race horses died on training or race tracks in Australia, mostly from front leg fractures.

https://horseracingkills.com/issues/deathwatch/

And, internationally, approximately 10,000 Thoroughbreds are slaughtered annually.

100,000 American horses are slaughtered each year for human consumption, but internationally, approximately 10,000 Thoroughbreds are slaughtered annually, which is worse, right?

https://www.onegreenplanet.org/news/horses-slaughtered-for-human-consumption/

More than 30,000 horses were exported live from Canada to Japan between 2013 and 2017, so that they could be slaughtered fresh for a speciality sashimi called basashi.  But, internationally, approximately 10,000 Thoroughbreds are slaughtered annually, which is the bigger issue?

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/prince-edward-island/pei-online-petition-to-stop-exporting-live-horses-lawrence-macaulay-1.4623230

Premarin is produced as a hormone replacement for menopausal woman.  Take this, says the doctor, it’ll make you feel so much better…  Who knew that PRE  MAR  IN  is short hand for PREgnant MARe  urINe?  But that’s ok, it’s medicine.  And we just slaughter the waste product foals.

If we “use” horses for entertainment (and yes, ALL of us are using horses for entertainment, even if it is just watching them mow the lawn in the paddock), we can do it well, or badly.  We can promote metal and physical well being or we can harm them.  The outcry about racing?  We SEE a horse die in front of us.  We can’t pretend we don’t know.

“If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.”

― Paul McCartney

Luckily for most competition riders, only racing has glass windows, the rest are safely hidden behind brick walls of ignorance and pretending that it isn’t there…