From sorry to sensational: The metamorphosis of our gelding Yukon

Anyone who visits our farm and meets the horses is always struck by the majesty of Yukon, Matt’s gelding, who is a Friesian cross (the cross is Thoroughbred and Hanoverian).

I mean, just look at him.

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Ah, Yukon. One of the most handsome and amazing horses we’ve ever known. These lovely pics were captured by my bestie, Bernadette Pflug.

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He’s an old soul.

But Yukon didn’t always look this gorgeous. Here he is the day we met him, when we just stopped by to look at him as a prospect for a friend and ended up adopting him ourselves. Here’s the video that Matt shot that day:

And here he is this past summer at the county fair, with a young rider showing him in an obstacle class:

Now Yukon is 11, and is a calm and trusted partner.

gelding horse in parade

Here’s Yukon and Matt in the 4th of July parade–Matt is dressed as Teddy Roosevelt.


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Here’s Matt and Yukon in the 2018 farm parade.

What’s That Awful Racket? Or, How We Taught the Horses to Not Be Afraid of Drums

Question: How can you get a 3-year-old filly to nearly jump out of her skin?

Answer: Be near the drummers for a high school marching band when they decide to warm up for an impending parade.

That was the scenario last year, when I rode Mocha in the 4th of July parade. Before the parade started, we were riding around the staging area near the baseball field when suddenly we heard BOOM BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM. Mocha jumped, spun and flew sideways in rapid succession, and somehow, I managed to stay on. As it turned out, I had not noticed the drummers until it was nearly too late.

This year, I was older and wiser.

With the help of some fellow islanders, Matt and I borrowed first one, then eventually two drum sets, and set about desensitizing the horses. At the first “bam bam bam” they all literally turned tail and ran.

Yeah, he's cool: Matt warms up on one of the sets of drums with our substitute drumsticks.

Yeah, he’s cool: Matt warms up on one of the sets of drums with our substitute drumsticks (wooden spoons).

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…aaaand the horses were OUTTA THERE.


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Curiosity may kill a cat but it will draw horses like flies.

Soon, however, they came back, and realized that when nothing attacked them when the drumming commenced, they quickly calmed.

After a few days of drumming, they no longer cared. We even upped the ante and hid the drums in the tack room so that the horses wouldn’t be able to see where the sudden burst of noise came from, and….nothing. We brought in a gaggle of kids to drum….they yawned.


How loud can it get? We invited some young guests to have a go. Yukon looks on with interest, but not alarm.

Finally, the big day arrived: The 4th of July! This year’s theme was National Parks, so Matt was Teddy Roosevelt. He rode a very calm Yukon. I led Quill, painted as the American flag (his blue roan coloring lending to a natural canvas), and Josephine Crosby led Mocha, who agreeably wore a bison costume.

Our prep paid off: Nobody spooked. We had a marvelous time, and I’m already looking forward to next year, when Quill will finally be old enough to ride.

horses in parade