The Pendulum of Change Doth Swing. I’ll Be In the Barn.
It started snowing the night before last and snowed all yesterday. The wind speed was higher than the temperature. That...
Halloween: Twenty-Five Years on This Farm
It's a special day here on Infinity Farm. I signed loan papers on this property on the last day of...
Can You Afford a Pet?
I never thought I'd say this. Me, of all people. But do you ever think we might need some balance...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
Wild or Tame: Trust Actions Above Words
This is my neighborhood. That's Pikes Peak peering over the horizon, exactly where it was when I bought the farm....
Nube: The Final Chapter
Over the next thirteen years of retirement, Nube napped with friends, ate well, and stood quietly for the farrier. I...
Recording the Arc of Your Horse’s Life
The foal's name was Sunny, his registered name Sunbrite Sunset. This photo was taken just before we met. The rest...
The Home Barn and Separation Anxiety
May I brag? I have that strange career where I travel a lot, see beautiful country as a routine part...
Independence, Liberty, and My Personal Shining Sea
It's officially mucking-in-a-muumuu weather here at Infinity Farm. The horses all stand in the barn's shade and watch me fling...
Overthinking an Undomesticated Budgie
A bright blue flick of movement, almost too small to see. White feathers spark the light, even more startling than...
Unusual Behavior Isn’t a Training Issue.
It's time for my annual announcement. Your horse doesn't have a training problem. It isn't a brain tumor, and he...
An Affirmation of a Life Shared with Animals.
It's springtime in the Rockies. The time change was last weekend, so I'm waking up at three am now, but...
Resolutions and Horse Dreams
It's the twilight zone between holidays, meandering like a long, slow-motion hangover. I have no idea what day it is...
Thanksgiving: Our First Horse Was a Dog
Meet my dogs, Preacher Man, Mister, and Jack. They're in the doorway to my writing studio. It's Thanksgiving night, which...
Euthanizing Your Horse: How to Trust Yourself
It's colder now. The leaves are gone. The wind charges at us from the north, and the temperature drops ten...
Letting Edgar Rice Burro Get Old
Edgar Rice Burro runs with a gang of misanthropes. A goat whose broken leg healed stiff, so he has an...
Nube: How We Met
one year later... I was forty- nine years old, and my upcoming birthday was hanging in...
Calming Signals: Adjusting the Volume of Quiet
It's been quiet here. Winter is good for that and we haven't had a day above freezing in a while....
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