The saga continues….
Serena (visit her page to learn more about her) presented me with a new/old challenge in the last while. I will back up and explain a little for those not up to speed on her progress. She has always been “iffy” about going into the barn.
She will go in…
IF she feels like it.
IF there is no one pressuring her.
IF there is food to be had.
IF the others are ALL in there.
IF no one tries to walk out the barn door past her to close the gate to the adjoining corral.
She will leave the barn:
WHEN she feels like it.
WHEN she feels anyone wants to catch her near the doorway.
WHEN she thinks you are going to close the corral gate.
WHEN she reads your mind and knows you have “plans” for her. ie…need to trim feet, groom or any other “maintenance”.
I have ways and means of getting her to stay in the barn, or getting her in there when I need to do things with her…but she has ways and means of knowing what your game plans are almost before you think it. She is very crafty, has incredible instincts and self-preservation, even after being here at my ranch for over 2 years.
Now, she has come an incredible distance in her training and trust building, but you can bet that if you “do” something to/with her one day in the barn, the next day she is much more wary and will watch you like a hawk to see what your devious moves are.
I don’t mind these maneuvers so much in the summer months when I have time to diddle around and work out new strategies or methods to get her past this issue. But now it’s cold and I don’t want to spend my waning daylight playing the corral me game so I can get her into the barn. I bet you have a lot of suggestions and obvious ideas…be assured I have likely used them and much more…but heck I am always open to suggestions too!
Anyway, I was at a high frustration level when the problem of getting her in for her feed nightly actually solved itself. Or…I should say Spirit helped solve it . Let me explain. With the ground being so hard lately with the snowing, freezing, melting scenario, he (chronic foundered horse) was not happy about walking on that hard, slippery ground to get into the barn for his feed. So, since he is my # 1 horse and deserves all the consideration I can give him…I started to give him his nightly feed of timothy cubes in his bucket in the feeding corral and not the barn.
Serena wanted her nightly feed and would not go into the barn without him being in there AT ALL. OK, I can feed 2 this way and placed her bucket just outside the door of the barn so she didn’t have to go in. With Spirit in sight and the other girls ( ugly step-sister mares in her mind) safely tied in the barn, she thought this was a good deal. She happily ate like this for several nights. Having that pattern established, now Spirit was feeling left out and wanted to eat in the barn again. He was now tied in along with the mares and Serena’s bucket was placed in the doorway so she could see them all. In the meantime she had gotten used to me walking out the gateway with their nightly hay feed on a toboggan and didn’t move from her spot by the door. Next I put it slightly inside the barn, then a bit further after a couple of nights and before I could say Walters waterproof webbed walkers wobbled while winging westward 20 times…or about 3 days…she was staying put when I walked around or past her in that spot. I could close the corral gate, walk out of the corral, walk up to her and groom her and whatever else and her feet were cemented to the cement floor of the barn. PROGRESS…and this is a biggie…and only took me 2 years…piece of cake right! LOL
I have purposely done NOTHING with her but let her eat in the barn to give her complete comfort there, but of course I will up my game at some point to be able to just direct her into her stall. Oh…yes she has a nice bedded stall..SHE is the only one that has a nice bedded stall (to keep the meanies away from her if I have them all in overnight).
Hmmm…just occured to me that I have spent more time teaching her fundamentals than I am sure I have spent training Spirit to do all the amazing things he does, including lie down for me. Maybe in another say…8 or 10 years she will do that for me too…who knows:)
In the meantime, patience is my middle name, persistence (like a MAN – from article in horse country about trainer who thinks only MEN can be persistent) and good old common sense and a dash of humor maketh a trainer into someone a horse can trust and admire.

Serena contemplating leaving the barn