31. Lokakuuta 2017
R.M. Tuhatkomee & meKlip klop, klip klop, hooves sang when they hit to the rocky tiling. I had just unloaded my red stallion from trailer and started to walk him around the arrival area of Spruce Meadows. The journey here had went well, however it had been long so the creature next to me looked pleased when he was able to stretch his legs. It was very late autumn and mornings let us wait themselves. I’m not even kidding when I say that it was pitch black outside when we left from home. Now the sun had finally risen over trees and both me and my stallion enjoyed it. I loved to watch how the light danced on my stallion’s curly hair. His body hair had also taken upcoming winter very seriously and the amount of fluffiness seemed to be almost ready to turn my pretty boy into a mammoth in no time. Klip, klop, klip, klop, he followed me and looked around him with curious look on his face, ears pricked up. ”Yes, this is a whole new place for you, boy. Isn’t it such a gorgeous place? You could be such a gorgeous boy today, too, and bring some nice trophies home, right?” He nickered and I think we had a deal.
Once again it was time to load our trailers full of Finn power and bring some Finnhorses (and Juha) to show arenas. This time we headed to Spruce Meadows Breeders Showcase. These pics might be the last ones with prettiest autumn colour schemes, so lets enjoy
R.M. Oi Syys handled by me & R.M. Sibeliina handled by Viktor
Liinu seemed to be worried about everything. When we unloaded her and her summer child from our trailer she wanted to make sure she was seeing in every direction at the same time which, of course, was extremely annoying when Viktor tried to hold her hyperactive head (and stay out of its way when it swang one way to another). ”Ptruu, girl, you have became such hysterical”, I tried to calm her down. ”There is nothing to worry about, your little girl is in safe hands.” Liinu had competed for years and had always been easy soul in new places but her first foal seemed to made her to go haywire. I just watched at Viktor’s direction and we didn’t need any words to know what both of us were thinking –and we thought the foal might be the one behaving like this. Little chestnut filly, Onerva, was such a lively yet lovely personality at home. But now, there she was, all calm. She didn’t even get provoked of her dam’s behavior. ”What a clever little girl you are”, I nattered to the little one while I gently petted her fluffy neck. ”Would it be a bad idea to leave Liinu out from her own class? If we’d just –”, Viktor was saying until his sentence was interrupted when Liinu’s head hit his. ”Damn, what’s wrong with you!”, Viktor raised his voice and glared at Liinu. ”Yes, I think it’s better to only show Onerva. She needs a good experience from her first trip and her mom is obviously not helping”, I answered.
Luckily in the show ring Liinu seemed to be at least 0,97% more sure that no one was going to eat her baby and she calmed down a little. We still wanted to make sure things would go as well as possible and let her be as close as Onerva as possible. Onerva instead was like born to show – she was curious of her surroundings and surely knew how to pose for judges, but like before she didn’t let her dam’s overprotective attitude affect her. Oi Syys*, what a wonderful foal you are, I thought at this beautiful autumn morning.
*) ”Oi Syys” means ”oh autumn” in English.
Tintti wasn’t in a jumping mood. What a wonderful day to be in a wrong mood, I thought. Her warm up jumps (or well… ”jumps”) sucked; she simply had no interest and it showed. We tried to inspire her with our voice, smack, smack, and Viktor was on the other side of the jump alley with bucket of goodies but no, the mare ended up just to lay her ears back and gave me the bad eye. Oh, and she even turned her butt to my direction. ”Really? Is that how you think ladies act?”, she started to get my monkey up because of her bad attitude. Tintti enjoyed jumping. She was good at it. But today, she just had an idea that she was the girliest girl ever and could do however she pleased. I smacked to her even more and waved a long whip to her direction. Tintti got really provoked of that and I swang my long magic wand in the air again. Weeeee, she whinnied loudly and bucked. But when she focused on being triggered from my whip, she accidentally ended up galloping to the jump alley. And with such distraction and speed, she probably didn’t even notice she actually jumped the fences and ended up to Viktor’s hands. Ooooo, you have food here gimme gimme, she seemed to think when she buried her head to the treat bucket. Tintti seemed devastated when she needed to get her head back up from the bucket and had such unpleased impression on her face. I guided her back to the other way of the jump alley. Weeee, she neighed loudly again, bucked and ran to the obstacles and made such pretty jumps. I think this time she neighed and bucked for joy. It’s not even real how well that mare jumps when she is in the right mood.
Unikuva & Viktor
Gentle autumn breeze waved Unikuva’s black mane when Viktor was waiting their turn next to fancy white fence of the show arena. Viktor had washed the stallion yesterday and its mane was braided overnight giving it wavy look today. Viktor was sure Luna must have dropped some mega shine girly products (word conditioner wasn’t part of Viktor’s vocabulary) into the horse shampoo bottle because his black mane and tail were shimmering in the autumn sun. And if he stood close enough, he could swear that its mane smelled like flowers… ”Dear, Unikuva is next”. Viktor was so deep in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed Luna who had arrived next to him. ”Oh, already?”, he started to pull Unikuva out of the small bush of grass where he was chilling and filling his tummy. ”C’moon boy, it’s our turn.” Unikuva had developed an (not so) adorable do-it-yourself green beard mess to his mouth area when he had mixed his own spittle to grass. Luna laughed at him. She was sure judges wouldn’t give him any extra points for that green beard and started to go through her pockets to find some paper to wipe the mess away. ”Ok, now you look like your handsome self again”, Luna finished cleaning Unikuva’s muzzle. ”Lets hope you are still able to show some movements to judges after spending time at that bush”, Luna joked and kissed Viktor for good luck. Viktor might have imagined but he was quite sure to smell the same flower scent on Luna’s hair that he had smelled before on Unikuva’s mane…
”Humu, smack, smack, let’s pose for photographer lady!”, I encouraged my young stallion. This was the very first time our three year old boy R.M. Hurmuri was representing his awesome self outside our own stable – and I was amazed how well he behaved. He isn’t a big fan of traveling in trailer so the journey to Spruce Meadows was stressful for him. However now the journey seemed to became such a distant memory, so well being and happy he looked. Posing in autumn sunshine, pretty shades of yellow and orange trees behind him. His red coat seemed to be in fire when rays of light played on his fur. ”He has born to be a model”, photographer praised him to me. I couldn’t agree more. ”Haha, nomen est omen”, I replied. ”His name means charmer in English.” Photographer took a few more shots of him, thanked and I returned next to my horse. ”You such a charmer, aren’t you?”, I cuddled him when I heard us called to hear Humu’s score. I felt so excited to walk Humu in front of the audience to hear if he had chermed the judges too.
Duvalin Muru & Juha Metsälä
Juha had spent a moment or two to pick some clothes. White breeches – check. A nice shirt – check. Yes, nice shirt was extremely important even though most people would be like ”dude, what’s the point, it’s autumn and cold, it will be underneath your jacket, no one will even see it”. Yes, Juha was aware of that. But after all, he chose the outfit for himself, not for the others. He knew he was wearing it, no matter if it was seen by others or not. Just like underwear or tattoos in places no one but you can see them. So, a nice shirt – check. An autumn jacket. Blue one. It was important because when it was combined with white breeches, the outfit was blue and white, just like the colors in Finnish flag. Hashtag suomisata*. Juha wanted to be patriotic in a good way. He was a little heart broken because he realized this was exactly the same outfit he had at Ariès show at spring… until he realized the shirt underneath his jacket was different. So perhaps he could give this outfit a go anyways? So jacket – check. He polished his leather boots, checked his helmet was free of horse spittles and his gloves were both existing in the same location – all check. Perfect. Oh and secondary things – such as Muru’s bridle and horse itself – check. He was ready to show. And to take Muru as avec.
*) Finland celebrates 100 years of independency this year – Suomi = Finland, sata = 100.
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