I have a creative little herd. They like to rearrange and reconstruct things just for fun. Often that includes the ‘clothing’ they wear. This tendency is not limited to just one – no, it has become a trend within the group. So, just for fun, while I work to finish some other posts, I thought … More Fly Mask Fashion
Recently, Coffee was on some turnout time in the arena. My mother went to bring him in, and he was watching calmly from the corner; but, when she neared the gate, he galloped a small circle, threw in a buck, and stood looking at her expectantly. He was clearly asking, “Come play with me?” … More “Come play with me?”
This week we received a call that we knew would come, eventually. Ricky, the mustang I adopted as a yearling and gave to my mother for her fiftieth birthday, had died in his pasture. Ricky would have turned thirty later this year. In his nearly three decades on this earth, Ricky touched a lot of … More Memory of a Mustang
Ironically, the day after publishing a remembrance of Dani, on the sixth anniversary of her death, her brother Java died suddenly. For further irony, Java left us at 25 – the same age his sister was when she passed on. We knew the end was coming soon, for Java, and were planning on making that … More Farewell Java
I’ve been trying to get some new posts rolling, but time is once again a premium. However, a small but rather remarkable thing happened today that I just have to share.
There is a battle being waged on our property – and we may be on the losing side! Call it a battle of wits … or perhaps a battle of wills. Either way, it’s proof that horses are not the simple, non-thinking, reactive creatures that some would have you believe!