A Pony for Christmas
Who hasn’t begged for a pony for Christmas? My generation scrutinized the color plates of horse breeds in the H...
Holiday Half-Halt.
“The threat of Christmas hung in the air…” This is a stressful time of the year. Some of the...
When I Die, Can I Come Back as Your Horse?
I have heard that line a few too many times. I guess it's meant to be funny. I was flattered once when a...
Words from Edgar Rice Burro on Thanks-giving.
“Slow down. No one’s tombstone ever says ‘I wish I would have mucked faster.’” Edgar has lots of opinion when...
Babysitter in the Barn.
I wasn’t born in a barn. It was the small building south of the barn- our house. As the youngest, there were times...
Weathering Colic
There is a front coming in tonight. Clouds are moving low and fast, the wind is howling around corners, as...
Zappa and Einstein: Riding out of the Rut
Here at Infinity Farm we are riding in a rut- literally a rut runs along the rail of the arena....
Making Little Girls Cry…
The gate opened and in came the first horse/rider combination. The horse was a post-prime Arabian, trotting quickly with her...
Indian Summer Whine.
The first thing you notice living on the prairie is that there isn’t a lot to distract you from the...
Thoughts on Retirement, Equine or Human.
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