Wyley and The Black Stud

Doreen from WHOAS has sent us some photos of herself riding Wyley a former wild horse and meeting up with a wild stallion in Wyley’s old stomin’ grounds out west. If you haven’t already read the story of Wyley’s rescue you still can http://northernhorse.com/wildhorses/index.php/category/wyley-the-wildie/

Doreen has a love for the wildies that is bigger than the whole west country. She and Bob commit a big chunk of their free time to attending to their wild friends. Luckily Bob is a serious photographer who is recording lots of their encounters for those who have never seen a wild horse to share.  And if you read about their adventures on the WHOAS site you know they do have some interesting encounters.

The following is from Doreen:

Just thought you might enjoy these pictures.  It was a bit nerve racking with this young stud wanting a piece of Wyley and vice versa.  Now I know wildies know their own kind.  This was quite amazing and other herds with young foals hung around much longer than usual just staring at Wyley.  That was highly unusual as they are very protective of their young and usually take off right away, but they seemed mezmerized by him.  Anyways, Wyley was absolutely outstanding, he may have wanted a piece of that stud, but I was thinking he was being protective of me.  Nonetheless, I didn’t want them striking or kicking eachother when I was on his back.  Wyley didn’t even kick or squeal when the stud sniffed his bum.  He is totally calm and sure footed, nothing fazed him, even the dogs who would come flying over a hill right down in front of us.  Wyley seemed to know what was happening before it happened.  He is highly observant.  Anyways, it took me over five years to get Gypsy and my other domestic mounts to be that quiet in the bush.  Gypsy would lose it all the time for the first few years and then occasionally after that and now is a steady eddy at 18.  However, Wyley at four, with Mary’s training and his natural smarts is truly the finest horse I have ever ridden.  Now I am all teared up writing this.  Lia had said that Wyley was our gift back for all the work we have been doing for the wildies and I believe it now.  The only thing was when we came into a big mud puddle he started to bend all four legs to go for a roll.  I had to nudge him with both feet really quick and hollar no and he quickly came to his senses.  Mustang Sally had done the same thing the day before for Robby and so I know it is a mustang thing.  It is natural for them to want to roll in a mud puddle to cool down and keep the bugs off.  Anyways, I am ready to bawl my eyes out so I am going to cut this short.

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