Volunteering with GVI Florida: the inside scoop!
Prior to volunteering at the WHRC, I knew nothing about
horses – except that they eat grass! But slowly I began to understand these
creatures more & the sort of care that they need – not to mention their various
personalities too! And the beauty of volunteering overseas is that your trip is
so much more than about the lives you’re helping – it’s also about the country
& the culture of the region you’re at! Not only did I get to have first
hand experiences with various animals, from wild horses & burros, to chickens,
ferrets, guinea pigs, dogs, & a not-so-wild pig, I also got to witness
& taste Florida’s beauty, eat alligator meat, celebrate Halloween (THREE
times!), participate in animal Reiki workshops, & go crazy at Disney
World!!!
Halloween Celebrations
Unless other activities were scheduled in, the typical
morning routine involved showing up at the barn at 9am, then grab a pitchfork
& a wheelbarrow & head off to clean the pens. I would say hi to the
horses, try to recall their names, & inform them that I was there to do
their room service. Some would stare at me as if to say: “Where is my breakfast
in bed???”, while some would ignore me, looking away dismissively with the
“Like, whatever, dude.” expression. Yet others might follow me around the pen
wanting to be petted, or alternatively be so wary of my presence that they
would position themselves as far away from me as their pen would allow. Sometimes
even the same horse may go through all these phases on different days depending
on their mood!
Trail Riding in the stunning wetlands
After the pens are cleaned, we would proceed to hay the
horses, then feed them grains and made sure that they had enough clean water to
drink. The afternoons & evenings mostly varied. Sometimes we would watch
Chazzie work his equine techniques – he usually comes to train some of the
horses on a weekly basis. Other times we might spend the afternoon grooming
some of the horses, test-ride them within the facility, or go out for lovely
trail rides & indulge in the breath-taking Florida wetlands, if not just
chillax and play with the other animals at the barn.
One day, we were notified that a sanctuary horse called
Black Beauty was choking & needed urgent help. No one knew what she ate
wrong, but despite being in a bad shape, there were great difficulties rounding
her up because she was so petrified of humans. She was eventually put in a
trailer & brought to the rescue centre. When we saw her, her nose was runny
and it was evident that she was suffering. We took her to a kind-looking vet
who, after palpating & patiently listening to her breathing with his
stethoscope, decided that Black Beauty needed to be sedated for a more invasive
examination.
In order to help ascertain and “flush out” what was inside,
the vet had to insert a garden hose up her nose & feed it all the way down
to her gut. I couldn't help twitching my own nose as I watched more and more
parts of the hose disappear into the poor horse! Next thing I knew, the pump
was flipped on & suddenly water came gushing out of her other nostril. I
had never seen anything like it. Black Beauty became a water fountain right before
my very eyes. It was really quite a sight! But most importantly, it was a great
relief to discover that whatever she swallowed wasn't anything too solid &
was readily disintegrated. She went on to recover very promptly under special
care at the rescue centre.
An enlightening lesson I learnt during this trip though, was
that sometimes you don’t get to choose the animals; they choose you. Since
blondes generally aren't my “type”, I naturally gravitated towards the
dark-coloured horses. In particular, I greatly admired Dash, who happened to be
the only Quarter Horse there. With jet-black coat, a big head, broad face,
& strong stocky body, Dash was simply dashing to me. I would
enthusiastically greet him every time I walk by his pen. Unfortunately though, Dash
could care less about me and would often look past me like I was a flea that
just landed on his tail. L
What’s a newbie volunteer ignorant about horses to do?? (I guess maybe Dash
likes blondes & I ain’t one!)
Funnily enough, I ended up attracting a café latté-coloured palomino
Mustang. Her name’s Sundance (but I like to call her Cappuccino since her coat
reminded me of my morning caffeine boost), and – as life would have it – she
sports a long, flowing, seemingly bleach-blonde mane.
The buck didn’t stop there. I was soon alerted that, although
very beautiful in appearance, she was supposedly currently the most “difficult”
horse to deal with at the centre – even touted a “bitch” of a mare! LOL – because
she reportedly likes to pick fights with the other horses and refuses to follow
human instructions. So I was taken by surprise when this feisty, “bleach blonde
& bitchy” horse was nice to me. In fact, sometimes she even seemed rather
protective of me. She may flick her mane back and forth at the other horses like
a pompous diva, bare her teeth & hiss at any equine neighbours who displeases
her sight, & cock her hind leg ready to kick any horsie intruder that dares
to cross her path – including annoying the hell out of Diane (the owner of the
place) with her temper – somehow, she wasn’t aggressive towards me. Instead,
she loved to curiously sniff me all over (which can be pretty ticklish because
her muzzle is so soft), & usually enjoyed being petted for minutes on end. So
it was very interesting for me to see how differently each horse behaves around
different people! And the more I got to know Sundance/Cappuccino, the more she amused
me and made me laugh.
So I guess the moral of the story is this:
If your favourite horse doesn't like you back, don’t
despair, because you never know which other special horse is being drawn to yah!
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