Relative Something

As we have watched the horses going through the process of acclimating to their new home, we have witnessed a variety of interactions among the four. Out of all of them, Dezirea (pronounced dez-a-ray), has been the more skittish one. I’ve seen Hunter totally dominate her one day, and then I’ve seen her stand up for herself the day after. Lately, she can usually be found grazing in Legacy’s vicinity.

When the horses are moving into a paddock, or coming up for grain, she is usually the most timid about committing to the goal. As a result, she usually comes in last at whatever they are doing, but not always. She will occasionally pin her ears back and assert herself to the others, which seems to keep the triad of the chestnuts busy in their ongoing merry-go-round of testing who is in charge between them.

I watched her for a long time the other morning, when the herd was grazing in the middle of the big field. She seemed to have reached satisfaction with the amount she had eaten, and stood with her head up, while the others continued to munch away at the grass. Eventually, it appeared that she was resigning herself to a well-deserved mid-morning nap in the warm sunlight.

Dezirea has the most markings of the three chestnuts. She has a blaze on her face, a stocking on her left front leg, and an anklet (half pastern) on her right front leg. She is the only one of the herd who hasn’t been ridden, as her primary duties were as a brood mare.

I wouldn’t be surprised if, when things settle down once and for all for the herd here, Dezirea asserts herself in a role of matriarch, sharing some of the leadership with Legacy. She certainly has my respect for putting up with all the crap the other two have been dishing out since they arrived.