Everyone needs a fairly consistent and foolproof way of calling the horses in. whether it be for a visit from the farrier, or an early feeding due to an unforeseen need for a sudden schedule change. Over at Vienna farm in Gorham where I learned almost everything I know about horses, there was a sure fire way to call in the ghetto horses, at any time.
The ghetto horses where thusly named because in 1991 they were the few school horses, youngsters, that resided in the large run-in shed and pasture. They were not boxed in at night in the cushy luxurious stalls in the main barn, and had free roam of 7 acres of pasture. So it was very handy to have a way to call them in when needed for whatever reason.
The call was a sign song Horrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-saaaaaaaaaaaas that consisted of two notes an octave apart in range. Much like the traditional call for pigs: "SUUUUUU-EEEEEEEEE" but more drawn out like the whinny of a horse minus the exaggerated treble effect.
Every time the ghetto horses heard that call they knew there was likely something good to eat at the source, and there usuallywas. They heard it at every grain meal and randomly just to receive a carrot and an ear scritch, or the occasional vet exam, or hoof trim.
I adopted this custom when I brought my beloved Vienna farm bred, son of Tex, "Kashmir "home. Since then , All the horses I owned in Standish were trained to that same call. It made vet calls and farrier appointments so much easier.
Well I just noticed that I haven't kept it up here on the hill in Hollis. But this month as I am letting my gang of three out loose to scavenge for greenery in the evenings and well past dark I am thinking it would come in handy.
I tried it out last Thursday and was so surprised that Annabelle after 4 years being away remembered! I called Horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsaaaaaaaaaaaaaas, and within 60 seconds there she was looking for a goody, Lucy and Spot not too far behind, wondering where she was off to in such a hurry. They got their carrots too.