Do Horses Fear Death?
It's been an ordinary year. Animals died here. What could be more normal? Infinity Farm has an extended herd...
Photo & Poem: Braced
Black eyes sunk deep in her skull, certain she knows what will come next. The trail of scars on...
The Thing About Donkeys
I wrote about mares and the response was so huge that I felt guilty and wrote about geldings. Since then,...
Affirmative Training for Colts and Fillies
Foals are irresistible. They are precocious and lively; they cavort and air gallop and sleep flat-out. When they wake...
Brain Science as a Training Aid
It was a two-day-long science class and we were promised a brain dissection. I signed up immediately and have...
Photo & Poem: Missing Her
Haunted by her hooves, jagged edges tilting her balance, she stood in filth, wooden pallets cobbled into a pen....
Calming Signals and Preacher Man: Still “Reactive” After All These Years
Bear with me, please. I miss my dogs, one in particular. I'm in Dunedin, and he's 12,620 km away. It...
Behavioral Euthanasia of Horses
"Anna, do you have any articles that touch on behavioral euthanasia?" It's from a question about a rescue horse...
Horses in Solitary.
This is my fence panel. I lost count of the other's just like it, eight, I think. I find them...
Learning to Let Go: Pearl
She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and...
Photo & Poem: Let Down
So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to...
Mucking on Winter Solstice
From Australian kangaroos sleeping in the dressage arena to Scottish castle ruins by the side of the road to the...
Calming Signals and "Happy" Horses
Blog I'm now officially calling this my Loudmouth Party-Pooper Series. Today I'm writing about love and happiness, for horses, not...
Photo & Poem: Thanksgiving
We’d be grateful for a kind winter. If that works out, maybe a sweet season of green grass, probably not...
Always Begging for Hay
Horses eat like a horse. They're designed to graze most of the day. I think horses worry about their next...
Hindsight Argument for Affirmative Training
He was a huge gelding with obvious draft blood. I could see white all the way around his eye. It...
Photo & Poem: Scream
Her small exhausted body wobbles, too frail to run on uneven hooves, no energy to eat. Don’t call her...
Photo & Poem: Sanctuary
Moving like a newborn, narrow body swaying on spindly legs, but stumbling on hooves so long that you must push...
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