I have one that squeaks. He sort of “eeek eeks” way under his breath so quietly you can hardly hear him He sounds like a squeaky toy that is loosing it’s “voice”. It’s not a mutter or a nicker but a definite squeak. He does it when he is happy.
We had a new horse that spent all day driving the other horses to and from water, all day long, all night long.
We finally had to put him by himself, he was wearing them down too much.
Guess what, the others then stood by the fence by him all day long, waiting for him to come drive them, I think?
We finally sold him and peace regained.
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When I was a kid I had a mare who could hold a soda can in her mouth and drink contents straight down - she could also do this with a bottle.[/QUOTE]
When I was a kid we had a pony that could do this only his preferred beverage was beer, either Lone Star or Pabst. My brother has mare that also likes beer and snuff.
My old mare loved a cup of tea, milk no sugar please. I found out while holding my mug and the horse for farrier- tongue went into cup and she sort of sucked it up. I only had to hold the mug at a very slight slant for her.
My Tb mare grunts rhythmically at trot (mostly) when we are doing flat work and she is bored.
She also squeals when feeling good, over jumps (which usually means I’m in for an “interesting” landing), squeals when asked to pick up the canter…
When we are crossing a stream on the trails, she will dunk her head in up to her eyes. Drink, and blow bubbles.
She used to jump with both front feet in her water trough and splash around, and try to roll with me when I was introducing her to the water jump. Glad she is over THOSE quirks.
Not my horse, but a horse at the barn I board at. Nearly every time she gets racked up she stretches in a downward-dog yoga pose. It’s quite funny to watch!
“Batman” has no quirks. “Batman” is serious. Working is serious business. There is no fooling around to be done. Look at these silly youngsters fooling around, says “Batman”. This is not how things are done.
Oh I did a good job and get to zoom around the arena? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EXTEEEENDEEED TROOOOOOT!
That’s literally my boy’s only thing. He loves his extended trot. He would rather do that then canter or gallop. If he has jumped a superb round and I let him have his head and just let him zoom around to enjoy himself as a reward, he will do extended trot. In every other situation, he is dead serious. Hence the nickname.
“Batman” has no quirks. “Batman” is serious. Working is serious business. There is no fooling around to be done. Look at these silly youngsters fooling around. Says “Batman”, “This is not how things are done.”
Oh I did a good job? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EXTEEEENDEEED TROOOOOOT!
That’s literally my boy’s only thing. He loves his extended trot. He would rather do that then canter or gallop. If he has jumped a superb round and I let him have his head and just let him zoom around to enjoy himself as a reward, he will do extended trot. In every other situation, he is dead serious. Hence the nickname.
My old horse, who I have had for 20 years, is quite a character. his nostrils are uneven – one is a solid inch higher than the other – and he has “man boobs” – little nipples on his scrotum. He is bizarre. I think he is a hermaphrodite or something.
My young TB will grab any rake he can find and use it. I take him his own fork when I clean his paddock and he’s in there, or I can’t get anything done.
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“Batman” has no quirks. “Batman” is serious. Working is serious business. There is no fooling around to be done. Look at these silly youngsters fooling around, says “Batman”. This is not how things are done.
Oh I did a good job and get to zoom around the arena? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EXTEEEENDEEED TROOOOOOT!
That’s literally my boy’s only thing. He loves his extended trot. He would rather do that then canter or gallop. If he has jumped a superb round and I let him have his head and just let him zoom around to enjoy himself as a reward, he will do extended trot. In every other situation, he is dead serious. Hence the nickname.[/QUOTE]
I had one like this. He couldn’t really gallop even if he wanted. But boy he would follow my other horse (OTTB with the zoomies) around the paddock in his impressive extended trot until he got tired and then would do canter pirouettes in the middle as OTTB raced around the outside.
My horse purr-snorted at everything. We’re standing in crossties? Purr-snort. Another horse in the arena? Purr-snort. Picking hooves? Purr-snort.
My horse has the cutest way of grabbing grass or hay to eat. Someone likened it to an elephant using its trunk. It’s like her upper lip circles a couple times before she grabs and pulls. Soo cute. She also has a thing for suddenly stopping to rub her nose on her leg. Sometimes she does the “stop, stick leg out/stomp” but doesn’t follow through with the rub–usually when someone is there to witness it and ask “What was that???”
Sometimes in the crossties being groomed, she will walk forward or back to keep the curry on the spot where she wants it.
After about 20 minutes under saddle, she often will get “floppy ears” and I know she’s relaxed. (Subtle floppy, not swinging wildly floppy.)
My bay 22 year old mare will NOT eat honey crisp apples. Red delicious? Loves. Honey crisp, she spits out. Weird cuz honey crisp is my favorite.
And she will eat a red delicious apple before Skittles bug not after. ???
Mine takes his front boots off every chance he gets. I would put them on and walk back to the tack room for his bridle and I would hear the velcro rip as he was pulling them off. Boots are the last thing to go on now.
He also likes to lay down in the pasture while he is grazing.
My gelding is admittedly a mamma’s boy with a lot of “stranger danger” mentality. Until he gets to know someone, mostly men but women too he is hard to catch from turnout, put a blanket on, etc. I envision him running around saying “You can’t touch me…you’re not my mom!” I have since learned he is easily bribed with peppermints and keep them around when new people need to handle him.
My Junior show horse was born and bred on the King ranch in Texas, one of the last horses that was part of the U.S.Calvary’s Army remount program. He was 15/16th thoroughbred. He was hard to break and came to me with the legend that he had put three cowboys in the hospital. One of them he threw on the roof!
He was beautiful, a bright chestnut with blaze face and four white socks. The first time I saw him he was trotting around with his tail in the air, so graceful it looked like his feet barely touched the ground. He was truly spooky, snorted at everything and shied a lot. He threw me a lot but mostly he tried his best for me. Once we were featured with a picture of us jumping and an article about us in COTH!
His quirk was he wouldn’t let men ride him. My trainer tried once and he was balky, pretended to be falling apart and was so far behind the bit he was practically going backwards. It was something to see. That horse could carry a grudge!
My Junior show horse was born and bred on the King ranch in Texas, one of the last horses that was part of the U.S.Calvary’s Army remount program. He was 15/16th thoroughbred. He was hard to break and came to me with the legend that he had put three cowboys in the hospital. One of them he threw on the roof!
He was beautiful, a bright chestnut with blaze face and four white socks. The first time I saw him he was trotting around with his tail in the air, so graceful it looked like his feet barely touched the ground. He was truly spooky, snorted at everything and shied a lot. He threw me a lot but mostly he tried his best for me. Once we were featured with a picture of us jumping and an article about us in COTH!
His quirk was he wouldn’t let men ride him. My trainer tried once and he was balky, pretended to be falling apart and was so far behind the bit he was practically going backwards. It was something to see. That horse could carry a grudge!
At the track we had a few that developed trick and quirks to keep themselves entertained. One I remember had to have the pony girl trot him up to the saddling area already tacked, stop, the jockey would jump on and they would immediately trot out to the track. Someone was clever to figure out this one.
Had one would would have to rear up 3 times on the walk over to get saddled. Nothing mean or resistant, just his statement. I just put a longer lead shank on him.
Of course we had the usual tongue rollers, weavers and others too.
I had a horse who like to reach over and catch snow laden branches as we walked past when hacking. I’ll bet you can guess what happened when he let go! :lol: The number of times he’d let another branch go the instant after I’d brushed off the first lot of snow…
I have one who hates to do half lead, late behind, skip changes (whatever you want to call them). On the rare occasion that he swaps the front and not the back he will swap the front back to the original lead and then do a proper flying lead change. I love the expression on people’s faces when they first see him do it. 
My first horse would refuse to eat his grain if he felt I wasn’t riding him enough. He’d go stick his head in the back corner of the stall and peek back to make sure I had noticed his displeasure. He also had to pretend he didn’t want to go for a ride, and would make feeble attempts to turn back to the barn in the first 200 feet. After the third time he would “resign” himself to hacking out and be quite enthusiastic about it. :lol:
His quirk was he wouldn’t let men ride him. My trainer tried once and he was balky, pretended to be falling apart and was so far behind the bit he was practically going backwards. It was something to see. That horse could carry a grudge!
My newest guy is very pro-women too 
I’ve never had a male rider on him since I’ve owned him but his jockey at the track who was female and very familiar with him said he was a perfect gentleman for his girl exercise rider & herself but would give guy riders a hard time so he was mainly ridden by girls :lol:
