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
I’ve had friends ask me if my old horse gets jealous when I work with my new horse. I don’t know the emotional range of horses, but I do know that the old one knows when he had been retired. Jubilee My Dad used to ride a beast that I called the Magnificent SOB. His … Continue reading Jealousy
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?
April 4th ride with Big Moe on a recently reworked section of Raymer Hollow trail in Mammoth Cave National Park. Big Moe is a Tennessee Walking Horse. This is our third time on trail together. The head nod is his natural movement that keeps the rhythm of his natural gait which does not bounce me. … Continue reading Ride Along
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.
“If it ain’t nodding, it ain’t walking,” old time description of a Tennessee Walking Horse This Sunday my view was filled with two black ears going forward, a thick mane flowing with motion and Zeus’ head nodding up and down as we rode through our neighbor’s soy beans. It was a beautiful sight. He was … Continue reading Zeus Chronicles: Let Zeus Be Zeus