Archive for April, 2009

Equine therapy, donkeys and autism

April 26, 2009

CNN.com recently had an interesting piece on therapeutic horse riding for autistic children.

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We raise and train large-breed donkeys and my son Harrison, who is now 5, has been riding them since he was 3. In fact at age 3 he rode on a three-day pack-trip into the Sangre de Cristo mountains. He was diagnosed with autism at 4.

I try to get him out riding fairly regularly when the weather is nice. This weekend he rode both days for about 45 minutes per ride (about three miles) on the trails at Bear Basin Ranch. I lead the donkey from the ground and keep a watchful eye out for any safety issues, such as wildlife, horses, or my own dog crashing out of the brush.

Reading the CNN piece renewed my interest in Harrison’s riding, and the use of donkeys in this type of therapy. Perhaps one piece to the autism puzzle has been right here under my nose all along. Donkeys seem very well suited to this type of equine therapy since their movement is virtually the same as a horse, yet their generally calmer nature makes them less scary than horses.

There is a difference between therapeutic recreational riding and hippotherapy, which is done under the guidance of a licensed therapist (speech, occupational, physical, psychologist). Still, as he rides we practice singing songs and even reciting books. Harrison has several songs memorized and can bring to voice entire kids books word and verse. While riding.

This activity is also therapeutic for a parent — actively engaging the child in an enjoyable activity while freeing yourself to walk and enjoy the outdoors.Harrison and Ace.

Harrison is prone to screaming and tantrums. Both days this weekend I noticed considerable improvements in his disposition and behavior after riding.

In addition to helping with autism, getting out on the trail for some equine-assisted therapy also helps fight NDS (Nature Deficiency Syndrome), which is at least as rampant in our society as autism. We regularly point out and name the different types of trees, wildflowers and animals that we see along the way.

The storm moo-ves out

April 18, 2009

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April blizzards bring spring lizards

April 17, 2009

T.S. Eliot wrote in 1922 that “April is the cruelist month.” If he had been writing from Colorado’s Wet Mountains rather than Great Britain he may have employed harsher language.

We’ve had it all today: rain, groppel, thunder, lightning, sunshine, driving blizzard-like conditions, big flakes. And now it looks like a real cold night is insnowburros store. The uninitiated may be inclined to ask how much snow we got, expecting an answer in inches. The answer is something around 15, but such numbers are irrelevant.

Here’s what’s important. Over at Bear Bones Ranch I refill a 100-gallon stock tank for seven horses daily; usually it’s about half-empty. The oval tank is roughly 3 feet by 5 feet. Horses on average each drink 6 to 8 gallons of water daily. Today the tank was only down about two inches from the top. I’ll leave the math to you because frankly I’m not any good at it, but that’s a lot of water. And, no, the tank is not situated where it can catch any runoff from a roof.

This storm brought to memory two essays. One called “The Struggle” was penned one winter when money was short. And “The Arrival of Harrison Jake” tells of a late-April storm that came shortly after the birth of my son, whose 5th birthday is Monday. Both might be entertaining for readers who find themselves inside this snowy April weekend. 

Until it snows

April 11, 2009

The old rancher told me

This  time of year it’ll blow and blow and blow

until it snows

 

He’s gone now but I remember him in March, April  and May

When the wind howls for days on end

 

The trails I run turn to sand,

the fine dirt has flown.

Grasshoppers scatter with each step and my eyes are full of grit

 

Then one day it’s still

and the big flakes fall

I keep my eyes on the trail

because I cannot see ahead through the falling snow

 

Somewhere off in the white a meadowlark sings

His voice hangs on the stillness of each falling flake

Relax, it was only a dream

April 8, 2009

The dream would have been funny had it not seemed so ridiculously real. In this dream I had not (yet) been laid off by The Pueblo Chieftain. The staff had been broken into focus groups and called into meetings to discuss the paper’s economic situation. Everyone was given an envelope. Managers scurried about from group to group as we all opened them.

Inside the envelopes were kits, the type given to high-school students to use in fundraisers for various extracurricular activities. Management was asking employees to sell magazine subscriptions as a fundraiser to help keep the newspaper afloat, and, of course, their jobs intact.

Many ironies here . . . also, interesting that after two months away from the place I’m now having dreams about it.

But I awoke and I was still laid off. Better yet, I was not selling magazine subscriptions in order to edit the very material that is driving newspapers to extinction.

As ridiculous as this dream was, it did point to a certain truth: Newspapers, if they are to survive, need to find a viable product to sell. I’m not suggesting magazine subscriptions, but here’s a hot news tip: Yesterday’s news tomorrow doesn’t cut it anymore.

In the meantime, if you’re still working for a newspaper, relax. It was only a dream.

Right?

Spring: It’s the new winter

April 1, 2009

Aprils Fools, and it’s hard to remember a nice weather day since the first day of spring. A storm March 26-27 left about 10 inches of wet snow here, with a water content of about 1 inch.

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April Fools elk on Bear Basin Ranch.

A small but wicked storm Monday morning brought little moisture but the accompanying high wind whipped up a vicious ground blizzard. Sometime during this our little calf was caught out in the open and when I found her covered in windblown snow I thought she was dead. As I was walking away I saw a twitch and realized she actually was still alive.

I moved the calf to the barn on a sled, then rounded up the mother cow and put her in the paddock with her. Since Monday the calf has been under a heat lamp and I’ve been feeding it milk and milk replacement with an esophogeal tube and bag. Also, injections of vitamins A-D, B and C, and a drug called Nuflor. Three days later the calf is still unable to stand and nurse. Will she survive? I haven’t the slightest idea, but am surprised she has made it this long considering she was all but dead when I found her.

Word came yesterday that Neal Hart has passed away at the age of 84. Neal, the father of fellow pack-burro racer Steve Hart, has for years headed up the Ham radio team that keeps track of runners and their burros on the courses at the Leadville, Fairplay and Buena Vista races. His face was always a welcome and reassuring sight when I would see him on Mosquito Pass along with his faded-orange International Scout with the antennae for his radio equipment. I can still hear him — and it could be in a lightning storm, fog, blowing snow or hail, on a hot sunny day, or through a hypoxic haze. I didn’t matter whether I was winning or off the back. He would ask: “You need anything, Hal?” Neal always struck me as a kind and gentle man. I was very said to hear of his passing and know he will be greatly missed by all who knew him.

Here’s the good news: Steve Edwards and I are planning a donkey and mule training clinic here in Westcliffe in September. The bad news: The clinic will limited to only 12 participants and their animals, though spectators will be welcome.

Steve is a renowned longears trainer and also has developed his own line of saddles and tack. He’s been featured on the Rural Heritage Hour on RFD TV and also teaches classes at Central Arizona College. Stay tuned for more details or contact me for more info or to reserve a space.