Pete was born on the farm. He has always been like the bratty little brother of the bunch. Huckleberry, a large strawberry roan, is Dad’s main ride. Each horse has a fan in the summer. They are in during the day and outside at night. The schedule will flip in October. Palomino Prince was born … Continue reading Barn Life: Meet the Boys
Jolene does not care for the ‘no dogs in the barn rule” Recently I moved to be closer to my parents and the horses. I now take the horse and barn care every Sunday evening. Tools of the trade Dad’s art work and feeding instructions Inside View Pete (in the drawing above) and old Moe.
Turning out Moe II on a very chilly November morning. Enlarge the video.
I went to sleep listening to the sound of rain on Saturday night. Sunday morning, I work up to thick fog just as the sun was starting to ride. I grabbed my phone and quickly headed out the front door of the farm house to see if I could capture a good picture of the … Continue reading Out of the Fog
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?