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The Horse Whisperer

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For centuries, the Indians rode bare back with a rope for a bridle. They were in harmony with their horses, understanding every whinny and subtle body movement communicated by the horse.

With the passing of time, modern man forgot the concept of 2-way communication and strived to control the noble horse via whips and vicious bits and bridles. Man could control like never before, but could no longer tap so deeply into a horse's enormous strength and power.

In recent history the incidence of horse abuse has risen sharply - in harmony with the philosophy that time and money has became more important than the long process of building a relationship. Racehorses are beaten into submission, dressage horses strapped into position, trotters made to stretch further than their bodies can handle, school horses carrying weights far beyond their carrying capacity.

But then came the Horse Whisperer, a fair haired and fair, handsome man made for the movies. He had a dominant way about him, not as kind as the horse would like, but in comparison to the majority of trainers, he was an angel, reading body language and talking to the horse in ways that had been lost over time.

And then there was Ed who has taken horse communication to a new level. After a few months of observing Mrs Ed training a horse, I have noticed a couple of subtle ways a horse expresses itself via body language.

Sharp kick to the owner's head

Get out of my face asshole and bring me some more hay.

Manic tossing of the head

Hey girls, I am over here. Fancy a shag?

Stamping and "pawing" at the ground

I'm only mad at you, because there is gold down here and you aren't taking any notice of me.

Swishing of the tail.

I just farted, get a whiff of that.

Ears pointing back, eyes rolling

I am no different to any other boy and hate it when you try to wash my face and behind my ears.

Massive display of manhood

I don't know if that horse is male or female, but either way, if I get over that fence, sparks will fly.

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