When I was four-years-old I made two announcements: 1. I was an adult and would be treated as such, and 2. I was not going to have babies so I did not need a daddy. I was going to raise puppies. Everyone thought that was cute, but I was not kidding. As I aged, I … Continue reading Buck Norms
The barn on the farm was built before the house. The house was built in 1863. Originally it was a tobacco barn, but a previous owner turned it into to a horse barn with six large stalls and ample spaces for hay and grain storage. Last Saturday I went down to the barn to groom … Continue reading Mr. Ed?
In January I was struggling to create a 2021 vison board. Probably it was because there was only thing I could confidently say that I wanted: a calm, willing to please, sure-footed, good natured Tennessee Walking Horse that brings me joy as we smoothly gait down the trail. I told everyone that would listen that, … Continue reading Moe Squared
Moe The first time I saw Moe was on a cool March day in a horse barn outside of Jamestown, Tennessee. Alice opened the stall door and led out a tall, lankly, solid black, four-year-old, Tennessee Walking Horse whose movement was liquid. I was looking into the eyes of the embodiment of my childhood dreams … Continue reading Shoes
My bother B flew in from Colorado early last week. Our parents are getting older. B and I both want to spend time with and help the parents. B stated working to clean up areas around the farm and I joined him later in the week. We want to get the house to a place … Continue reading Old dog, old horse and old parents.
“Every time you ride a horse you teach it something,” Big Lee For the last month every interaction with my new horse, Zeus, has been about getting to know each other and building trust. I have spent time in the barn brushing his face and neck with a soft brush while talking to him. There … Continue reading The Zeus Chronicles: It is ALL a practice