Random Pictures

There’s a lot of pain and wisdom in Lucille’s eyes.  Brannon thinks her feet may be back to normal and pain free in a year.  That’s a long time to have to be on bute just to be able to hobble around the yard. :(

 

That’s Shane’s head in the background.  The first horse is his new wife, Lacy.  I love this shot because of how their heads are lined up. 

 

I had to pick on Shane’s adopter for getting Lacy from someone else instead of coming to me, but I was just teasing him.  She is a very beautiful horse!

 

Shane and Apache introducing themselves.

 

 

Steel in his home.  He’s soooooo spoiled!

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A very dopey dobey.

 

Fraggle.  I love him.  Just don’t ask me what color he is because I still haven’t figured that one out. 

 

Things are happening fast around here this month and there are big changes coming up.  I’ll try and post as often as I can, but no guarantees.  October should slow down a bit and I’ll try to catch everyone up then.

Apache Goes Home

I wrote about why Apache came back to the farm over on the Training the Unwanted blog, in case you haven’t read it yet. 

Marvin, who adopted Baby Girl over a year ago, stopped by the other day to see if I had any small horses that would be good for his wife.  Something gentle and kind, that liked attention.  He had seen Jasmine and Cheyenne on the website and I had told him about Apache over the phone.  When he arrived, he had decided that he did not want Apache, but wanted one of the girls instead.  Cheyenne introduced herself first, then Jas came over to say hello.  Then he saw Apache… and the two girls were quickly forgotten.

Sometimes it’s just that way.  Some people come here with a preconceived notion of what size/breed/color horse they are looking for, but then they see the complete opposite and that’s the one they end up adopting.  I love it when that happens!

 

I also got to check up on a few other adopted horses today.  Remember Shane when he got here last October?  He’s a different horse now!

 

Baby Girl wasn’t starved when she got here, but she was terrified of people and not even halter broke.  She was gangly and funny looking and had never had her long feet trimmed.  Now she’s a real beauty of a mare who has a special bond with her adopter.  She’s two this year and will be broke to ride next year.

 

 

Jacob was just a tad ribby when he came here last year.  He had originally been adopted as a family horse and companion for a young Andalusian colt, but he was returned a short while later because he was too aggressive with the colt and much preferred the company of an older stallion.  He wasn’t here for long before he was adopted again and this time his only purpose in life is pleasure riding.  He’s low man on the totem pole in a herd of five horses (all smaller than him), and has a huge stall and a shed full of hay just for him.  He’s spoiled rotten and it shows!

 

Happy Labor Day tomorrow!  I, for one, am not planning on doing any labor unless it involves saddling up a horse for a trail ride!

Shane Goes Home

 

Gus wanted a nice big horse that was well-broke that he could ride down trails for years to come.   Shane wanted a barn with a stall full of food, all to himself. 

Merry belated Christmas to the both of you!

One More Chestnut

The 13yo kid-safe TB gelding, Shane, arrived tonight and he was a lot thinner than what I was led to believe.

 

His owner is in college and could not afford to feed him grain, so she knew she had to find him a home before winter.  She’s been trying to sell him, but he just kept losing more weight and no one was interested.  At least she made the decision to bring him here before he got much worse.

Shane has a tattoo that I’ll have to look up to find out his registered name – just out of curiosity.  He’s an incredibly sweet horse and is very laid back and easy going.  I figured he’d be low on the herd totem pole, so instead of throwing him to the wolves in the main herd (Classy and Molly would have eaten the poor guy alive) I put him in the back pasture with Stride, Flo, and Sadie.   It was a pretty traumatic introduction – they all sniffed noses and Lilo ruffled his mane with her lips, then she lead Shane up the hill to the hay and allowed him to stand next to her to eat.   I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. :)

I’ll be blogging about Shane’s progress over on Rescue Recoveries.