Calming Signals and Sensitive Noses.
"But My Horse Asks Me to Maul His Nose." I had questions about my loudmouth party-pooper post last week where I...
Calming Signals and Loving Your Horse
On any ordinary day of any year, we get so filled with emotion talking about a ghost horse that our...
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...
Battlecry of the Gray Mare
Sun's up, I've thrown hay, and now I'm in the shower. My second-best thinking happens here because there's a window...
Photo & Poem: Sanctuary
Moving like a newborn, narrow body swaying on spindly legs, but stumbling on hooves so long that you must push...
Photo & Poem: Say Her Name
As you say her name, your voice drops deep, a tight raspy croak. Not haunted with loss, but shaken...
Meeting the Przewalski's Horse in Scotland
Val and her son, Hulagu They're wild horses discovered by Nikolai Przewalski, a Polish-born colonel in the...
Riders Against Bullies
Railbirds. Everyone's a critic. I'm no fun anymore. I can't go to rodeos, a tradition I...
Travel Blog: Where the Trail Leads…
I know people who read cookbooks like they're high-drama best sellers. I know people who fantasize wild lives of...
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