In this pilot blog, we will go through the equine anatomy and study the basic functions or roles of these parts.

Head:

The head of the horse is measured from the Muzzle to the Poll. The muzzle of a horse is a soft sensitive and fleshy muscle which includes the chin, lips and area of the mouth. The ears of a horse are situated near the poll and are supported by 10 muscles each. The ears of a horse can turn up to 180 degrees each and can move independently of the other.

Neck:

The horse’s neck is powerful and flexible.6-7 vertebrae support the neck of a horse. A good competitive horse should have a relaxed and easily flexible neck. Interestingly, the neck of the horse is usually 1 and a half times the size of its head.

Body:

Forelegs:

The shoulders connect it to the body and provide the majority of the force. The shoulders give way to the withers of the horse located in between them Competitive horses usually require a well-sloped set of shoulders with a shoulder angle of about 55 to 45 degrees, it is desirable if they are capable of lighting their withers up by themselves. The forearms of the horse extend from the shoulders to the knees. The cannon joins the knee and the fetlock. The fetlock in turn is connected to the heel through a slope known as the pastern. The fetlock and pastern provide the suspension of the horse’s forelegs. The angle of the hoof of the horse must be close to 50 degrees while the pastern forms a straight line with the top part of the hoof. A well-sloped pastern can increase the comfort and impulsion of the ride.

Back/Belly:

A horse’s back is made of the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae which together make up about 24 vertebrae. The lumbar region of a horse is highly susceptible to damage and cannot handle much weight. The saddle must always be placed in the thoracic region and on the withers of the horse.Horses generally have about 18 pairs of vertebrae and house their powermachines in these.

Hindlegs:

The hindlegs of a horse start at the pelvis and extend towards the hock. The hock of a horse must be straight along with the stifle, pastern and ergot. The stifle joint includes 3 bones—femur, patella, and tibia. The angle formed by these play a major role in influencing the smoothness of the ride.The greater the angle, the chopier the ride. 110 to 150 degrees is considered a good stifle angle.Similarly the angle of the hock also influences the comfort of the ride. A horse is said to be post legged or sickle hocked when the hock angle is too large or too short. Although it must be noted that for some horses like reinign horses might find a smaller hock angle more suitable as they fall on their hind a lot.

-to all the racehorses brutally murdered in slaughterhouses

A Life in circles, A Life in loops.

on the 8th, The Sport of Kings, now realised an illusion of class.

The bearer of dismay, the unassuming float.

Greets the cold steel gates of Hades’s boat.

The three at the gate, inadmissible?

Whips, and blows throughout the ferry.

I miss my old life very.

The bustle of machinery and the ooze of blood aggravate our fears.

The glorious trophies of my brothers lay corroded and defeated.

Our triumphant tanks, No match for the son of Nyx.

A thousand shouts and not a shed of tears.

A volley of blows alienates my loyal footing.

cracked bones and tendons disfigure my pistons.

Hung upside down, my heart at my ears I hear the others neigh in protest.

7 years in a loop.

7 years with a partner.

7 years of love and care.

7 years rendered a betrayal and no more.

A 1000-pound machine.

Preyed on by the clap of thunder.

asks you from morn til noon.

what do you need?

A gift from Poseidon.

Riddled by Zephyrus.

asks you from morn till noon.

What do you need?

The Creators of Empires.

A revolution and a peace offering.

asks you from morn till noon

What do you need?

-to all the horses ruined through rolkur and soring.

Deranged, a word I’d use.

My legs incorporate refined condiments.

My hoof an assortment of metal

My dying gait, an enriched dance.

Tis he thinks?

The mad man brays.

The souls he slays.

Imprisoned in a cage of metals and oils

Not a kind petal, an embrace of coils.

My hind, a fortress of power

ney, a hall of scars.

Etched in blood, for eternity to come.

In hell, I exist, till day some.

An isolated fluid system

A seat worthy of the kings

A tremendous machine

A symphony of hooves

A half-filled cup

A feeler

A Doer

A wave

A Surge

Is He

And you,

Nothing but.

-To Victor       

The first one, a bother, nay an insult.

The second handed us a soar.

The rest, same.

The last,

We flew.

Higher.

Further.

We rebelled the Earth,

Hand in hand.

A bit off a minute.

An eternity too soon.

Sailing past the world down and back

A constant blur of peace, of collection.

But each isolated in its own real.

The truest of bands under his bulk

The wildest of winds riding the richest of manes

The true embodiment of power and prestige.

Together and without.

He Rises.

Awake.

-To Cadbury

My neck, an arc of strength

My hind, the very embodiment of power

His legs, an incantation of the same.

Our seat, a sync of destiny.

His reins a reassurance of peace.

Forward, Halt, Forward.

remains same.

The rest, a routine, well engaged.

Us together, nowhere but now.