11/02/2026
The journey with ‘Zadi has been a trip thus far. She has a very unique vibe, I’ve not experienced anything quite like it.
By the end of day 3, we were proficient in our loose work. The only thing we were missing was hooking on in movement. A week ago, I might have said that what ‘Zadi and I were doing wouldn’t be possible unless she were hooked on but there we were doing it, while I listened to her dial tone message as though she had pocket dialed me and then left my response on read. Her behaviour was confident, curious of her environment, bold. She wasn’t afraid of me. That’s weird. I’m no mustang master guru but I’ve been around and typically, these beasties are terrified of humans until they’re not and then they’re often easier to get along with than are some domestics. But ‘Zadi? Toward me, she was at best indifferent and at worst indignant. This was the aforementioned vibe. Very Lord of the Flies.
Fascinatingly, a friend of ours also adopted a 2yr old filly born in holding (different origin HMA ) and reports similar findings. While I don’t have a big enough sample size to draw any meaningful conclusion, I am raising a hairy eyeball around this holding born situation. There are definitely some pros, like 24/7 access to forage and friends with decent quality hay. Zadi’s body condition shows that her nutritional requirements have been met throughout her life which is important to me. A common misconception is that mustangs are hardy and have fewer soundness issues than domestic horses. This has not been my experience- I’ve seen a staggering amount of juvenile arthritis and ocd in young, unstarted mustangs and plenty of other bone issues developing early midlife in pleasure and performance mustangs. I’ve even begun linking common genetic issues to specific HMA’s. My theory on this is has a lot to do with nutrition, or lack there of, available to the young, developing feral horse in a certain environment on western BLM land. Anyway, it’s a big plus that ‘Zadi grew up with food and friends. The flip side…
She has had severely limited novel experience. She’s never had to find to find food, water or shelter. She’s never had to navigate varied terrain. She’s had almost no interspecies interaction. She’s never had to solve a problem. She’d also never had anyone say No to her.
When foals are born in holding, as weanlings they are all placed in a pen together and this is how they grow up.
YIKES!
Every day when I look out our kitchen window, I thank Uncle Solano and Uncle Takoda for their efforts in raising Torin, Zak’s 1.5yr old stud c**t. They tolerate his antics remarkably well and play for hours, but when Torin blows past their “No’s”, they’ll roll his ass. Éowyn’s upbringing was fantastic- born into a herd of mares and foals. Weaned into a pasture with two middle aged cool uncles. Graduated into a pasture of young mares. She always had older horses to guide her. ‘Zadi’s very un-horselike behaviour I believe, could certainly be attributed to her unusual upbringing. I found her indifference frustrating and had began to feel that I may need to change my approach and get her on the lariat rope before she was hooking on at liberty. It’s not my preferred order of things, but as our relational contact was nonexistent, I know from experience that some horses require physical contact to bring us into the relational.
On the morning of day 4, we had a cool experience. Her neck tag was very tight and clearly bothered her. I entered her pen and proceeded into some approach and retreat. Once close enough to touch her, I sent her pictures of me taking off the neck tag- showing her what I planned to do and how I planned to do it. She turned her head away and as she began to move away from me, from the pen next to her, Solano reached through the fence and took the dangling ends of the neck tag in his mouth and stopped her. She turned back toward me and I was able, with both hands, to loosen and remove her tag. Surely, I thought, this demonstrates to her that I may have something of value to offer!
Not so. She behaved exactly the same on the lariat rope as she did loose. Between Zak and I, neither of us got a change that day. We tried again the next day. Nothing.
On Day six, I had words with her. I marched into her pen and told her, out loud, “You are magnificent and I would love to be your human but I meet a lot of horses who want to be my friend and I don’t have time or energy to put into one who doesn’t. If you aren’t interested, that’s no problem, I’ll take you back to holding, which is boring. But first, try showing the f**k up once because at this point, I think you need to demonstrate to me why you deserve to be my horse before I will consider letting you stay”.
Then I picked a fight with her. I’m laughing about it now but at the time it was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve made with a horse in a long time. Ultimately, I decided that we had enough experience together honouring one another’s small no’s, it was safe for both of us to place her in a situation where she would have to face a hard, strong NO from me. I was curious what she might do with that. Well, she sure as s**t came into relational contact. She threw an immense temper tantrum- snarling and squealing, lunging, striking and double barrelling. That sucked but well… she showed up t the party. We closed the loop on this and finished about where we started, except this time, the dial tone had been replaced by faint static and bursts of gentle charge.
The next morning, Zak roped her and put in a session. Sometimes my ego gets a bit, DO BY SELF but it would be illogical to live with Zak and not avail myself of his skill and experience.
She was a different horse from the start! Top of the class! The next day was the same with me- she hooked on at liberty and continued progressing from the lariat to the halter! She is approaching me softly in her pen and is overall more settled in her feet. Fascinating.
Yesterday I taught lessons all day and today I’m taking a Me day, but tomorrow, I look forward to seeing where we’re at!