October has been an eventful month horsing around Virginia. On the farm the fillies were weaned and the yearlings left for training. The day they are weaned is the most traumatic day in a horse’s life. The first time the fillies were turned out they walked around utterly disillusioned. With relatively calm insistence they walked in circles all around their large field as if to ask—“I remember walking with her over here, surely she will find me….” Then they would look at each other as if to ask, “Your mom is gone too, do you think they are together? What are they doing? Do you think they will come back?” As days went by they walked less and grazed more resolved to the realization that they need to take care of themselves now and mom is not here to protect them anymore. The pecking order changed—the boss mare is not there. The fillies had to work out a new order, but seemed to enjoy the companionship of their shared grief.
Autumn is the season of change. Leaves have peaked. Their demise creates great beauty–as they wither, fade and fall. The fox hunters have been busy cubbing and the local fox has taken on a deep rich hue as his fall coat is coming in. Challenging sport abounds as October has provided cool and blustery days to watch horses give their best at local venues. A soggy day for the Middleburg Fall Races and Field Hunter Championship at Glenwood Park yielded good footing. The Virginia International Gold Cup at Great Meadow was windy but nice for spirited horses. The farm had two run and one came on very strong but did not overtake the winner—but second also pays well. Thrilling to watch. Two more runners started at Charles Town very late one Wednesday evening. The crew from the farm assembled to rally around the two fillies in the fifth and seventh races—they performed brilliantly. We cheered, spirits soared as each filly won her race by a margin of five or seven lengths. Entirely elated, with winning tickets in hand, we headed to the winner’s circle twice that night. Two starters, two winners the same night felt as though something divine and extraordinary had happened. The trainer did a wonderful job preparing and turning out the horses—they behaved well, looked great and ran with all they had. Each filly ran her personal best—their highest speed rating yet.
Last week I met many friends at the Washington International Horse Show and cheered on Virginia native Kama Godek as she cleared the Puissance wall at 6′. The Washington International Horse Show brings together horse people of all sorts. Some dear friends from therapeutic riding, others from pony club, hunters, jumpers and even barrel racers all came together to celebrate the best of equine sports in the nation. Kama’s horse Air Force One is nicknamed “The President” and as we brace ourselves in this season of change for the election of our new president, take comfort that while you may find yourself walking around disillusioned like the fillies just weaned. Change is inevitable, but we can take comfort in our horses—they care nothing for politics, and always give their best.