LOL!! You lot seem to have a fixation about my bedding (or rather my horse's bedding!!) This 'bedding' addiction of mine stems from the year 1960 when I went to work/train at one of the, then, leading equitation centres in the UK (I had had my own horses for several years before this and worked my way through my Pony Club exams etc) 60 odd horses (full sized of course) at this place, all 'posh' liveries, competition horses, dressage horses plus several working towards going to the Olympic Games. Then there were also around 25 'school' horses for us training minions to ride. We each had the responsibility for 5 of these fully stabled horses, plus we were expected to take on one or two more each day as the various trainees had their day off per week. We worked a 12 hour day (6am to 6pm) 6 days a week (Monday was my day off), plus 4 evenings as the school horses were also used for evening lessons for clients. That said, the school horses were really well treated - no horse allowed to give more than two lessons per day and one evening lesson per week, and if the two lessons were close together, they were not allowed to 'follow on', the horse had to have at least two hours back in it's stable to relax/munch on its hay between lessons. Very strict place as far a welfare was concerned!!
Anyhow to the bedding! Back then here in the UK we used to have what was known as threshed wheat straw - long full length straw like that that came from the old fashioned threshing machines, not the short chopped up stuff we get these days from the modern machines! These bales were huge, needed two people to carry them and they were done up/tied with wire not string. Each one was about the equivilant of 5 of our normal sized 'today' bales. We had to pile this straw into the stables (all stables were 15x15' in size), packing it down hard to the floor and piling it in until the horse was standing on at least 6 to 8 inches of packed down bedding - that is on top of not 'sinking' in with straw fluffed round his feet - then the same thing was done round the edges/walls of the stable on top of the bedding already down, building up well packed down big banks exactly to the height of 2' 6", slightly sloped back to the wall at the top. The straw bed went right to the door, but we were also taught how to plait a line of straw across the doorway to hold the bedding back when the door was opened or the horse stepped out. When a horse left its stable someone rushed over to tidy and reset the bed and to sweep any stray bits of straw back in from the yard - no tiny bits of straw or hay ever allowed to be seen on the yards! - so horses always returned to clean tidy stables after their lessons/exercise. Daily mucking out was a nightmare I can tell you, but it was easier with the long straw, plus the depth of the bedding worked a bit like shavngs and all the wet went through away from the surface and 'sat' in a neat circle underneath. When the weather was dry we were allowed to tie the horses up outside their stables with their haynets while we mucked out, but any wet or cold weather meant that we had to manage with the horse in situ. But all mucking out was done and the yards perfectly cleaned by 7.30am when we then had half an hour to gobble down our breakfast before the general work for the day began.
This was also where I learned the 'dropping' rule that I continue today - one pile of droppings in a stable is allowed providing you are busy elsewhere, two piles are extremely bad as this means that you havent seen/checked on the horse for a couple of hours and it could have become cast/got colic etc., and three piles meant you were asked to pack your bags and leave!! After hearing rumours that people had indeed been chucked off the yard for three piles, one became very careful to watch the horses in your care for piles of droppings! In fact it was the only place that I have ever visited where you could walk round the yards at anytime in the day and RARELY find a pile of droppings in a stable - just clean fresh tidy beds. The first thing I look for when going round any yards is how many piles of dropping are to be found in their stables - old habits die hard LOL!!
For the year that I was training at this place I had the pleasure of taking care of three of their Lippizana stallions amongst the other horses I looked after. In spite of being white, I very rarely had to 'wash' any stable stains from their coats thanks to the depth/amount of bedding supplied. I sure missed those lovely boys when I had passed my final exams and my time came to leave, so much so in fact that for the following year I travelled back every three weeks to have a private dressage lesson with the owner/chief instructor and actually got to ride my boys (they were only used for special private advanced lessons as they were classically trained)
Oh - and we had to PAY to be allowed to work at this place!!!
Oooops - sorry for the long post - got carried away as the memories came flooding back!