On November 1st, 2011, my life as I knew it at the barn suddenly changed.
My barn manager, Mary, has been trying for almost a year to get a second barn to manage. She wanted our current barn to be her partial board place, and to have a second larger, fancier barn for full boarders interested in lessons and showing. There is a lovely little barn down the street with 12 stalls, 2 arenas (one of them legal dressage size with lights for riding at night), 4 paddocks for turnout on a hill (this = no flooding when it rains!) and a real round pen whose current manager, Alexandra, had been having financial issues. My barn manager had looked into leasing this place when the rumors of financial issues had started, but the current manager's lease didn't expire until January 2012. The owner of the property, however, liked Mary enough over the phone that when A decided to terminate her lease early, the owner immediately called up Mary.
Mary was thrilled with the news and of course she signed the lease to this barn at the beginning of October. A girl who was leasing one of Mary's horses, Trixxie, became very involved with the advertising and organizing of the new barn's lesson program and after school schedule for children, designing a new website and ads across the internet. She had enough connections through her job that she quickly had people signed up for lessons, aftercare and full board weeks before the new barn was to open. Mary, however, had still not warned the owners of the current barn that she was planning on managing a second barn. I knew this would not be a problem with the owners, as they are a kind laid back (and slightly eccentric) couple of older foreigners that keep to themselves for the most part but have always been willing to help anybody out. They are one of the few people on our street who are on good terms with everybody else and make a point of keeping it that way. They rarely came down to the barn, but would always say hi to us boarders when we crossed paths on the property, and even gave me advice with some serious horse problems I had when I first moved in, despite not knowing me from Adam. I knew they would be happy and supportive of Mary if approached in a timely and diplomatic manner. Every week I asked Mary if she had given them the news yet, and began to stress when 2 weeks before the Grand Opening, she still had not informed the BOs of her plans. I could not understand the procrastination, especially with the new barn being advertised now in every popular horsey search engine under the sun. One week before the opening of the new barn, the BOs got wind of Mary's plans. The husband congratulated Mary on the new barn offhandedly one morning, and Mary, instead of using the opportunity to sit down and give him a full update about what was going on, became defensive. She assumed that the boarder she had been having problems with had gone behind Mary's back and told the BO about Mary's plans. The BO had actually just seen one of Mary's numerous ads on the internet. The stories of what happened next are conflicting. Mary says she told the BO that she was taking over the new barn and 6 of the 12 horses at the current barn were moving over to the new place. BO says Mary just stormed into the house, announced she was leaving and taking everyone with her, and never offered further explanation. The BO assumed that none of the current boarders would be staying after November 1st. However, he still waited for Mary to sit down with him and his wife to talk. The talk never happened. On November 1st, he served Mary an eviction notice, giving her 10 hours to leave with all of her belongings, and us boarders received a new lease agreement in case we were interested in staying. Most of the boarders automatically chose to leave with Mary to the new barn out of loyalty, assuming that the one boarder with whom there had been issues would be taking over as the new manager at the current barn (that boarder, L, had been trying to undermine Mary constantly for the past year and had actually called up Mark that morning to give him the news of the change of power even before Mary knew what was going on. We still suspect she was involved somehow in the final Fall of Mary. Yeah , this is like a coupe d'etat out of the history books.) Mark and I sat down with the BO separately for long talks. Mark went in first, and came out so confused and undecided that I had to go in to talk to the BO myself. I was at the house for 2 hours, in which I learned about so many truths and lies that my head is still spinning from the sheer amount and magnitude of them (including the lack of contract between Mary and the BO, which is why he could evict her without notice). Reality as we knew it literally unravelled before my eyes. My conversation with the BO, however, changed Leanne's destiny, resulting in the denial of her lease agreement by the BO as well. By the time I left the house deciding I would stay despite Mary's leaving, Mark and Dianne had already told Mary they were leaving with her along with the other boarders. They would have stayed if they had known Leanne would be leaving too, but it was too late for them to go back on their word to Mary. I would be by myself and Lily would be in an empty barn if we chose to stay, and with the BO leaving on a business trip the next evening, there would be no one at the barn to feed Lily breakfast and lunch when I went back to work on Thursday. We had to move, and quick.
I called Judy. She had just taken over a tiny 4-horse barn close to the Equestrian Center about 10 minutes away, and I knew she still had 1 stall available. Her full board was more affordable than what I was paying for partial + my hay, feed and shavings. Judy was horrified over the news, as her and Mary were on good terms, and told me that of course I could move into her stall as soon as I needed to.
I spent the rest of the day helping Mary and my fellow boarders move. It was devastating. I had loved this barn, the horses and the people in it so much, and to suddenly see it stripped and lifeless was more than I could handle. At the end of the day, looking down the barn aisle at the row of open, empty stalls, I just broke down. I couldn't stop crying. Us partial boarders had been looking forward to just being us at the barn with Mary moving the brunt of her operation to the new fancy barn. We were a unique group of people, all willing to help each other out, all standing up for one another, all of us getting along with each other despite the occassional minor bickering. It was truly like a big horsey family, each of us accepted, loved, and respected equally despite our differences in profession, education, age, and race. Each of us brought something unique, different and exciting into the mix. We could talk about anything with one another for hours; if one person had a problem, everyone pulled together for that person to help him/her out, be it a horsey problem or a personal problem. We trusted one another completely and kept each other's secrets. You just don't find this every day; I had not been in a situation like this for 12 years, since I was in the riding team back at my barn in Puerto Rico in my late teens.
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| Ghost barn |
Everyone moved to the new barn, despite the smaller stalls and the virtual current lack of walkouts, and at the end of the day, after making sure Lily was comfortable in her stall at the old barn despite being all alone, Charles and I joined them. Everyone was sad and confused. It was like the day after a hurricane, when you come out of the house to survey the damage and clean up the remainders. It was that same sensation of uncertainty that follows a catastrophic event. Everyone was sticking together, but no one knew what they were going to do in the long run. M was keeping the current partial board rate for November for those that had moved with her, but would be raising the monthly rate by $100 in December. None of the partial boarders could afford it. Stanley, a partial boarder who followed me to Mary's barn a few months after I left my previous barn where we had boarded together, was already straining to pay the current board rate. He couldn't afford another increase. Dianne already is working 2 extra jobs to keep Pink; I know she can't afford it either. Elisabeth had moved to Mary's barn for the lower partial board rate too. She wouldn't be able to afford her lessons with Judy if the price of board went up. They were all stuck on the same boat. I don't know if Mary will eventually just keep the lower partial board rate as a long-term reward for her boarders' loyalty. She might, but everyone knows she wanted this to be her full board barn, and the fancy barn isn't really set up to be a partial board barn-there isn't enough room for each person's own individual space for the necessary extra belongings required for taking care of your own horse yourself. Each of the partial boarders individually could've filled up the small tack room meant to be shared with 11 other people. Most of them had no idea where they were going to store 3/4 of their stuff. Plus there were 3 full boarders moving in mid-November who now would have no stalls available.
I barely slept that night. Sadness, uncertainty, fear all whirled around in my head, in and out of dreams. The last time I had tried to move a horse to a new boarding facility, the barn owner took my horse. Yup. I had adopted my horse from the barn owner (and director of an equine rescue she ran through her barn) and boarded him right there. I signed an adoption agreement but it was a free adoption. The day after I gave my 30 days notice informing the barn owner that I was moving to another barn down the street with more turnout, the woman terminated my adoption. Astoundingly, there is little help available if you get a free horse. We would've had to go through small claims court, which can take years, and he was an old horse. I was worried he'd die or get adopted out to someone else before the case was resolved. Or that the barn owner would starve him deliberately so she could say it had been me and use that as the excuse for taking him away from me. This woman was notorious for being chemically inbalanced and becoming vindictive against any boarder who decided to leave, especially if they were staying on our same street. She couldn't stand the idea that anyone would want to go board with her "competition" and took it as a personal offense. I saw it each time, with 6 different boarders who left the facility. She reached new heights of madness when I gave notice. So of course I was terrified that Mary would try to somehow take Lily from me, even though we were still on good terms.
Charles and I were at the barn at 8am to strip Lily's stall before loading. Mark had his truck and trailer ready for us, and came over to help us load Lily's stall mats, hay and feed into the truck. Lily loaded uneventfully, and we were off. Mark was still helping with the barn manager's move, so he stayed behind and Charles drove the truck and trailer while I led the way in the in-laws' SUV. I finally breathed a sigh of relief when we unloaded Lily...we had made it!
We took the corner stall at the end of the row. It's a nice sturdy wooden barn, with a long overhang roof and concrete platform in front of the stalls. Fresh sand had been laid down in the stalls, which were quite large-I pretty much needed an extra stall mat now to completely cover the floor. Ceiling fans had been installed that week, and the stall doors had a half section of PVC pipe to prevent the horses from chewing the wood. The little barn is simple, strong, and beautiful, with careful attention to detail. A paddock was being built in front of the barn-the posts and gate were already up, and there was also a fair sized arena where the horses could also be turned out.
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| Cute barn!! That's Lily on the crossties, and her stall is the one right next to her, in the corner. |
A woman who must've been a little older than Charles was at the barn with her daughter. She introduced herself as Fionna and handed me one of Judy's boarding agreements. I instantly liked her; she immediately made us feel welcome, talking horses and inviting us to place my stuff wherever we needed to to; everything could be re-arranged later. She had a lilt to her speech that made Charles and I think of Northern Europe somewhere-Charles was guessing more German or even Russian, I'm guessing Dutch. As of this writing, I still haven't had a chance to ask Fionna where she's from. I will keep you posted. This is a game of Charles and I-we love foreign accents, and when traveling will entertain ourselves at the airport trying to guess where people are from based on their accents.
We got Lily settled in her stall, and my five bazillion things organized and stowed away. I had extras of everything, which comes with the territory when you're a partial boarder and have an entire stall to spread your stuff out (we used empty stalls close to our horses' as tack rooms at the previous barn), and took the opportunity to downsize. Some stuff was thrown out, some stuff I took home to wash or store.
That afternoon I returned to the barn for a lesson on Lily with Judy. I arrived early to tack her up and throw her on the longe. This ended up being a grand idea, as Lily was already anxious in her stall when I arrived. She wanted to go out so bad with Rose and Lil Red, Judy's and Fionna's mares respectively. They are pretty much turned out 24/7, but Rose is the herd leader and has bonded very strongly with Little Red in the couple of days they have been together; Judy was expecting there to be some friction when Lily was added into the mix, as Judy had already been kicked by Rose after separating them the first time. Rose and Little Red were wandering in the area around the barn and Rose came right up to me, ears pricked, in typical boss mare fashion to investigate who I was and what I was doing at the barn. I let her investigate me and rubbed her forehead. I really like Rose. She is a large (16 hand) black Andalusian/Quarter horse cross, though she looks 100% Andalusian. Judy hand-raised her herself from the moment she was born. She is a very personable, confident, and motherly soul. I had already interacted with her when Judy had her at her previous barn when I went to take photos of her for a commissioned painting. Rose just radiates personality.
I called Judy to see if it was ok to put the girls in their stalls while I tacked up. I was getting my stuff out of the little tack room while on the phone, and laughed when Rose stuck her entire head in the tack room door to see where I had gone to and what I was doing.
Judy gave the ok to put the two mares away and I quickly tacked up Lily. Judy arrived while I was getting ready to longe Lily. She was antsy on the crossties, and pranced her way down to the arena next to me, full of herself for the first time since I'd owned her, but I had expected this. I had actually expected worse, considering the night alone at the old barn, the move into a new barn, and the little herd that she wants to belong to so much. Lily immediately proceeded to do a beautiful floaty trot, and when asked to canter, took off in a series of bucks around me, another first for her. Not dramatic, kick-the-air bucks, more like bronc-style withers-up, head-down bucks. Buck, land, buck, land, buck, land, all the way around the circle. Judy and I laughed watching her. Lily was exhuberant and happy, snorting, ears up as she did this. It was cute to watch her really play on the longe for the first time. She attempted to bolt a couple of times, too, but I reined her in with the longe line. Once she settled enough to where I could get her to walk on command, I snapped on the side reins and longed her some more. More bucks, though not in series anymore, and then she settled into a forward rolling canter, followed by a nice snappy trot. Judy commented what a nice mover Lily is; I smiled at the compliment. My little girl has talent, we just have to bring it out of her for the world to see.
By then, I felt good about the idea of getting on, so I took off all the longe equipment and mounted up. Lily actually stood still for me and waited for me to cue her to walk on. This was a first. My recent efforts in making her wait after getting on are working!
It was a fun lesson. Lily was very silly-she startled twice at the neighbors, a local small feed-delivery operation-they were moving supplies. They apologized profusely, but normally Lily wouldn't have spooked at someone wheeling a bag of shavings around-she was in a very goofy mood, and it was dusk, the time of day when horses don't see well, which was an added factor. We got her listening, however, and she worked well for me. With some distractions, yes, but she was a very good girl considering all of the sudden changes in her life and routine, and even relaxed enough to throw in a couple of circles of stretchy trot for me, which Judy had not seen yet! Judy took an awesome picture of her-very blurry due to the receding light, but you can still see how good Lily looks when she pays attention and engages.
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| See? I told you she has potential! :) |
Lily also had the chance to be turned out overnight in the area around the barn. We left her stall open so she could venture back inside if she needed to. She was so cute-I opened the door after dropping her dinner and she immediately walked outside, still munching on her hay. Lily followed us around as we finished cleaning up, and would intermittently wander off on her own to explore. I slept well that night, even with Lily outside by herself for the first time at night. It just felt good, you know? It was a good ending to a sudden and unexpected change. I still feel uprooted, but I feel the change was for the better. Lily is happy in her new little barn, I am boarding with someone I know and trust, and the area we are in is beautiful for riding.