Photo and Poem: What If?
There is a crisp apple coolness to the air. Soon there will be frost, I tell the horses, soon...
Photo & Poem: Faraway Friends
I would show you the adolescent Canada geese on the pond. Better behaved than we ever would have been,...
Be-Here-Now: Focus on Safety (Helmets and Response Time)
You're standing in a tennis court just behind the baseline, being mildly uncomfortable in your tennis togs because the...
Behavioral Euthanasia of Horses
"Anna, do you have any articles that touch on behavioral euthanasia?" It's from a question about a rescue horse...
The Horse Trainer and the Dermatologist.
My gray mare calming signals included squinty eyes, a dry mouth, and a weird chicken-like movement with my neck and...
Photo & Poem: Not Allowed
Animals were not allowed in our farm house, three rooms and an attic. Dark mornings with frost on the inside...
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: Dignity
If only she was more demure, that her words had come with a coy smile, eyes dropped to her sunken...
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...
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