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...
Photo & Poem: Old Bones
A night so frigid the snowstopped at midnight, the farmdark under thick clouds. Hetakes a shallow breath, hopingto warm...
Photo & Poem: Moonlit
The path north to the barn, icy mud slick with decomposing leaves, as a spent season slips away under the...
Calming Signals and Pressure.
Pressure. Even the Word Makes My Head Explode. Remember that circus old-time act with lions and tigers? We were supposed...
Travelblog NZ: The View From the Arena Middle
Let me see. Where was I? Yes, having the time of my life at Equidays in New Zealand. On...
How to be Interesting and Mysterious
Humans can be such dullish boors to horses. Not that we would ever actually admit that. Some of us...
Travelblog: Business Pajamas to New Zealand
To get to New Zealand from Colorado, it's usually a twenty-five or thirty-hour trip. The big hop in this flight,...
Dismounting: How the Ride Ends
You're riding a horse who has taken care of you for years. You're riding a young, greener-than-green horse. You're...
Finding Your Horse's Sense of Humor.
His name is Normandy, but he goes by Norman at home. He's been here almost a year now; he belongs...
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...
Consistency in All the Right Places.
In the winter months, below-freezing mornings make for stiff joints and a cold bit; midday riding is the best. As...
The Power of Yes
Ever noticed how easy it is to see the horse who's resistant? How easy it is to pick out the...
The Big Picture, Thank You.
Horse people can be a little intense. Come to think of it, I can't say I've ever met anyone who...
A Problem With Grazing.
From a reader: The ideas and thinking presented in your blog have been hugely helpful in improving the time my horse...
Photo & Poem: Counterfeit
The herd stands close as the midday heat saturates the air, shadows black on the earth, their bodies held...
Photo & Poem: Counterfeit
The herd stands close as the midday heat saturates the air, shadows black on the earth, their bodies held...
Riding From Behind
In my fantasy world, you've read about leading from behind and beyond, and tried it with your horse. It wasn't...
Photo & Poem: Beginnings
Dream Horse He’s midnight black with steely eyes, on hooves so light they make no sound as he sails...
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