Today I asked Dancer to trot while on her back. Getting on her back was scary. Trotting was scarier. Cantering
This is what a forelock should look like: long and thick (this is after I’ve had to thin and trim
Though Dancer appears plain to some, she is gorgeous to me, sort of like a Black Beauty reincarnate with a
Hercules enjoying a reminder of home. Though we’ve been dislocated from our country home for nearly a month now, there
The battle of wills has begun. I wasted no time after arriving in Lincoln starting work with Dancer. A very
My sister let me clean my bridle at her house. In exchange, I scrubbed out her sink. I think it
There are some things the felines definitely are missing about being farm cats. They are going stir crazy not having
Remember a few weeks ago when Evelyn was overwhelmed with anguish that the horses were headed to Nebraska before us?
Herc is one of the last animals still at our homestead. We are nearly animaless. The sheep and goats went
Jack is one of the few people thin enough to almost hide behind a post. As an avid equestrian, a
Dancer and I seeing eye to eye… A few days ago, Todd the farrier came out to trim the horses
Goats like to have fun too! Last night was another difficult adieu. While I gave the girls a quick bath,
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