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Article - August 2004
In The Shadow of Equus Ponies
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William Rufus of England wasnt really paying much attention to
the political and social chaos around him when, exactly 904 years ago,
he decided to go hunting in the royal hunting reserve of Nova Foresta
founded in 1079 by his father, William the Conquerer. Rufus was short
in stature and even shorter in temper. Through his violent nature, he
royally justified his collection of enemies who, in keeping with the
social order of the day, tended to solve their problems with a Rufus
should have remembered that when he mounted his horse that morning of
the 2nd of August 1100 and set out into the New Forest to hunt deer,
his brothers and noblemen in tow. Hours later, as an arrow pierced his
heart, he fell from the saddle and died straddled across a stone that
still marks the spot today. Days later a peasant found his body and
carted it off to The fateful arrow had come from the bow of Sir Walter Tyrrell who split the scene, made a pit stop at the local blacksmith to have him reverse his horses shoes to disguise his direction, then rushed off to France to duck below radar. The
point of the story, quite apart from its history-altering consequences,
is the fact that horses in feudal times were central to every aspect
of life, regal and simple. And there was never a lack of wild stock
to draw new mounts from. The local ponies of the New Forest were a breed
relied on for their hardiness, strength and sure-footedness. They were
found ow rings everywhere. Balanced with a heritage of toughness from centuries of forest living, they can have an extraordinary docile nature. Grazing on lawns and the side of the road, the ponies were readily approachable and showed little of the flightiness of Canadian wild herds. King William Rufus, with his wild temper tantrums, could have learned a lot about patience and tolerance from these ancient ponies of an ancient forest. They sure learned the art of survival and how to duck arrows better than that leader of a distant feudal time. |
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the Park that sprawls across Hampshire and parts of Dorset, 3,500 ponies
roam and graze freely. Local residents, living on farms or in villages
in the Forest, own the ponies. The residents are Commoners
because the title deeds to their properties grant them a common right
of pasture, a privilege extended since King Williams day when
peasants were begrudgingly allowed to graze livestock in the forest.
Grazing by the ponies, deer, cattle and sheep is today an invaluable The
grazing is still controlled by the Verderers of the New Forest,
explained Jane Murray, Secretary of the New Forest Pony Breeding and
Cattle Society. They are the body that administers the common
rights of the forest. All the ponies free-range but each one is owned
by someone. The stallions are out right now (June) but they have to
be in (the pens) by 4 July to control breeding so that the mares will
deliver next spring. The ponies are herded into pens, examined, sorted, branded, and entered into horse sales. The foals are weaned from their dams and the next years breeding stock is then released back into the forest to overwinter. Through
the centuries, various bloodlines have been introduced to improve the
looks and increase the height of New Forest ponies and stud books began
to appear in the early 1900s. But since the mid-1930s no outside blood
has been allowed into the breed. In 1960 the New Forest Pony Breeding
& Cattle Society started to publish its own Stud Book and has done
so ever New Forest ponies are immensely popular in every discipline of riding and for centuries they were working farm stock. They are a wonderful childs mount and are successful in show rings everywhere. Balanced with a heritage of toughness from centuries of forest living, they can have an extraordinary docile nature. Grazing on lawns and the side of the road, the ponies were readily approachable and showed little of the flightiness of Canadian wild herds. King William Rufus, with his wild temper tantrums, could have learned a lot about patience and tolerance from these ancient ponies of an ancient forest. They sure learned the art of survival and how to duck arrows better than that leader of a distant feudal time.
Read Margaret Evans' column "In The Shadow Of Equus" each month in The Pacific & Prairie Horse Journal |
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