"Except for the point, the still point, there would be no dance." -T.S. Eliot
381 Flat Hills Rd.
Amherst, MA 01002
ph: 413-256-8815
alt: 413-695-3190
stillpoi
Fenced full-sized dressage outdoor sand ring, separate one-acre grass paddock with a variety of jumps available. And to cool out there are lots of trails, long ones, short ones, hills and meadows, meandering streams and winding paths that take you away from it all.
We are a family-run operation, 12 acres and about as many horses. My husband Ed, my 30-year-old daughter Abby (who teaches dressage and general horsemanship here at the farm) and I (Alexis) share chores usually with backup from a boarder or two including our friend Mary Campbell.
Abby charges $40/hr. for lessons and $25 per training ride She has taken several horses of her own horses from novice to preliminary level in eventing, and has schooled dressage through 3rd level. She studied extensively with Adrienne Iorio (off and on over 7 years, including several stints as a working student at the Iorio's premier facility Apple Knoll Farm, Millis, MA). Among her other instructors were Becky and Jerry Schurink and Sarah Contois (dressage). She was a popular instructor at Apple Knoll 1998-2000. We are lucky to have her back in Amherst after her sojourn into acting and the music world, once again available to teach here at Stillpoint.
Getting down to brass tacks: Anticipating questions about the Do's and Don't at Stillpoint:
Even though this is generally a pretty informal barn, there are the usual common sense, safety-based basic use-your-head fundamentals, paramont among them being the Golden one of 'do unto others...'
METHODS OF COMMUNICATION: If you have something you need to talk to me about, I prefer emails to phone calls, and phone calls to notes left on the tack room door which I might not see for a day or two--unless it's the kind of note that won't MATTER if I'm walking around in a daze and don't notice it for a day or two. I'm very easy to get hold of. I do check my emails, all of us have cell phones, and most of the time I do see the blinking light on the answering machine in the kitchen that means that someone's left a message.
ABOUT POSTING NOTES: The more positive they are the more likely they will achieve the purpose for which they were intended. I prefer ones phrased in the round-about, benefit-of-the-doubt approach to the stark command format. It's a small barn and it has been my experience that poorly phrased notes can generate unintended negative feelings. If there's a problem, face-to-face is usually the best way to work things out. I don't mind setting up a time to talk about things over a cup of tea.
HORSE CARE PHILOSOPHY: The key ingredients are pretty similar to what's good for humans, or dogs for that matter: regular exercise, good nutrition, a generally predictable routine, and turnout, turnout, turnout. Horses are a lot easier to take care of when they're getting what they need. While we don't pretend that we're always perfect we do our best, and the care we give them must be pretty good because we've got a friendly, nice-looking bunch of horses, eyes bright and ears up when anybody comes to the gate. Even the ones that come in with issues generally settle in after a bit--some of them it takes about 10 minutes after getting off the trailer for them look around and give a big sigh of relief, like they're saying 'Phew!, finally some grass and some room to run!' For others past experience has taught us patience--some horses just need more time than others o adjust to new surroundings.
TURNOUT: Though we like to have the horses outside as much as possible, as the seasons change we of course have to adjust the amount of time they spend in the fields. In the dead of winter they might come in as early as 3:00 while in the summer when it doesn't get dark until four hours later they might stay out til 7:30 or 8:00. We also adjust the amount and frequency of hay feedings, which can be as often as 4 times a day in winter while in the summer most of the horses here spend the day on grass and there's usually still hay left in their stalls from the single feeding of hay from the night before when they're turned out in the morning.
A PERSONAL NOTE: Over the years I have developed my own perspective on the old axiom 'horses come first' (in our house growing up that meant literally that you fed the animals in the morning before you poured yourself your first cup of coffee). Now that Ed & I are in our sixties, though, I'm more inclined to say 'a horse is a horse' which doesn't mean I don't have great affection for them--well, in truth there have been a few exceptions. Then again there are some horses I still love so much that I don't let myself think of them out there in the world without a lurch in my heart. And I'm truly grateful that I've got a good partner in my mare Callie, who was worth waiting for all those years that it took her to finally grow up.
SAFETY: Taking care of horses requires, at the minimum, stoicism seasoned with a tinge of irony--I guess a sense of humor and good luck is at the other end of that scale. It's also got to be approached as teamwork, with no one person expected to have all the answers.
These days I'm pretty down-to-earth about handling the horses under my care but I have a few lines in the sand that aren't negotiable. After a few needless batterings from horses that might have behaved differently if they'd been handled more sensibly by former boarders who shall remain nameless--unless you REALLY want to know!--I'm a lot less compromising than I used to be on safety issues and on the larger issue, of mutual respect. And just so you know, I'm not talking about mashed toes. This doesn't feel like a dangerous job until the rare occasion that it is. Last time I ended up spending a few days in the ICU was in October of 2006. I'd been on the receiving end of the hindquarters of a freight train I never saw coming. This wasn't a horse that had been abused, at least not that I know of, which you'd think would be the case for turning a horse crazy and mean. I'd cared for this horse when he was young, a wide-eyed innocent with kind eyes and a big heart before he went off into the world, coming back to Stillpoint after a 10-year hiatus when his owner joined a soon-to-be disbanded rough-board co-op. This horse had been suffocated with what his owner probably thought of as kindness, the kind of care we call being wrapped in bubblewrap, the result being that first he'd turned sour, then dangerous, then into a killer.
I'd seen warning signs but he wasn't a horse directly under my care so I'd deferred when I should have stepped in. The last time the horse saw me I didn't see him except as a blur at the edge of my vision, my feet taking me one step to the side before my brain puzzled out what was happening, one step which probably saved my life. Someone had casually tossed a pile of hay over the fence, forgetting that the horse had 'food issues'. I'd been an easy target, perhaps 20 feet away walking toward on another horse in the paddock with a halter in my hand. I do have a snippet of memory, looking up at the bellies of the two rearing up at each other over me as I woke up in time to crawl out of the way. I don't remember them smashing through a grated window on into the barn. I do remember my husband Ed carrying me into the house, asking someone which they thought would be faster, calling for an ambulance or just putting me into the car and driving me to the hospital. Next time we'll know to call 911--you don't have to wait as long in the emergency room if you're brought in on a stretcher. I had a few days in the hospital to think about the bigger picture, mortality, quality of life, balancing priorities. Bones don't heal as fast at my age as they used to when I was younger and I have a few more things I want to do before I die. And I do not want to ever again spend time hooked up to wires monitoring my lung, brain and heart. And I don't want see anyone else become the casualty of my having let things slide when I should have known better.
All of us here take a certain amount of pride in being pretty good at what we do. True, we are being paid to do a job, but we also genuinely care about the horses entrusted to us. And taking good care of the horses is also good policy for protecting the health and safety of the people here as well. Without thinking about it too much, I do what I can to avoid any more concussions, cracked ribs or marks that should be accompanied by a t-shirt that reads 'It was a horse, not my husband' if I had one. When our family was running Marketplace Cafe and something would go wrong, we all learned to step back, take a deep breath and just get right in there and do what needs done, saying either inside our heads or, if necessary, aloud to the relevant employee, 'We can look at this as a management issue. We'll figure out how we can do better next time.'
In the long run the horses are going to be better off if we humans are around, whole in body, mind and spirit, to look after them. People have a lot of different ideas about the best way to take care of horses, and I'm willing to listen and to work with them within limits--after all, savvy horse owners are going to know their own animals better than any vet, farrier or caretaker, and I am eternally grateful for all I've learned from some wise and wonderful horse people (and some pretty smart horses) who've come my way. I'm getting better about recognizing early on when there's somebody I just can't work with--first impressions can be misleading--and taking steps to do something about it. Working with horses even without factoring in human error is risky enough. Error compounded with arrogance can be a lethal combination, a ticking time bomb primed to explode, as likely as not the victim being someone else less threatening who happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ed, the wisest of fathers, used to say to our children: "The greatest impediment to learning is thinking that you already know." There've been some people I've wished I could have said that to in reference to their poor horses, not to mention the people who've had to put up with them. I believe that people can change, and horses are sometimes pretty good teachers in cases where humans have failed. But I only have a certain amount of time and patience if it looks like improvement isn't coming any time soon. And if not, better to make mistakes with a horse than a child.
Horse owners need to care as much about us humans--themselves included--as they do about horses. Good horsemanship HAS to be a cooperative effort, meaning that I'll be watching your back as well as your horse, and I expect you to do the same for me.

GRAIN: We are currently feeding the following grains: a 12-10 performance blend, a low-carb vitamin-mineral supplement (for easy-keepers) and senior extuded pellets, as well as supplemental hay stretcher pellets for an additional late night feeding during the winter. We're willing to accomodate oher grain choices provided they are available in this area. We don't mind putting an extra feed can in the grain room for you. We don't charge for adding supplements but we do like to have them bagged for us if there are more than two. There will be additional charges for horses that require extra hay (average a loosely estimated 3/4's a bale year round, more in winter, less in summer) or more than 4 (generous) quarts of grain per day.


The most beautiful trails in Western Massachusetts!

Large post-and-beam indoor with skylights, wide breeze-way doors for day-time riding, overhead lights for evenings.

Paddocks have lighting, hydrants, heated water troughs. Most horses turned out in small groups, a few individual paddocks available.
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381 Flat Hills Rd.
Amherst, MA 01002
ph: 413-256-8815
alt: 413-695-3190
stillpoi