Photo& Poem: Go Fish
Mom took us kids in the station wagon to the church bazaar. Homemade women’s goods for sale; boring cross-stitched...
Affirmative Training for Colts and Fillies
Foals are irresistible. They are precocious and lively; they cavort and air gallop and sleep flat-out. When they wake...
Photo & Poem: Faraway Friends
I would show you the adolescent Canada geese on the pond. Better behaved than we ever would have been,...
Brain Science as a Training Aid
It was a two-day-long science class and we were promised a brain dissection. I signed up immediately and have...
Photo & Poem: Dwindling Light
His swayed back so warm in the late afternoon but he doesn’t lie down. His shoulders bear his weight...
Fear, Shame, and Affirmative Training
This is a photo of when you first fell in love with horses. Maybe you dreamed it and it...
Photo & Poem: Dry Thunder
The draft horses galloped out of the barn and down the fence line, stood on their hind legs, pawing...
Confidence Lost and Found
We thought having a horse would make everything perfect. It's a dream most of us were born with; we...
Photo & Poem: Hand
One draws attention, standing by a tolerant gelding and playing the horse whisperer, tickling withers, teasing his whiskery muzzle....
Affirmative Training and Spoiling Horses
Most of us hear voices. We might be working with our horses on an issue and floundering in the moment,...
Photo & Poem: Spine to Spine
His back is not solid, nerves run between banks of muscle, each vertebra linked to the next, from the base...
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...
Photo & Poem: Home Farm
Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction...
The Thing About Geldings
I'm the sort of horse-person who hears about a castration and pops a cork for a toast all around. I...
Photo & Poem: Missing Her
Haunted by her hooves, jagged edges tilting her balance, she stood in filth, wooden pallets cobbled into a pen....
The Thing About Mares
A Przewalski mare and foal in Scotland When Larry McMurtry wrote Lonesome Dove, he gave Woodrow...
Photo & Poem: Spring Storm
The storm came so late that shedding season was done, the horse’s coats already thin and slick. So late there...
Be-Here-Now: Focus on the Task
Does your horse get restless or bored when standing with you? Does he pull the rope, trying to graze when...
Photo & Poem: Asking for Her Eye
She knows my presence before I see her. Under the tree in the far corner of the pasture, no...
Leading from Behind and Green Grass
Pia, a lovely intelligent mare who has no issue with grass. *Public Service Announcement* Your horses...
Photo & Poem: Bond
He said show her who’s boss. Standing with her head in the corner and hooves nervous on the straw,...
The Argument for Curiosity: From Fear to Courage
Cadence teaching contact. I rarely have any idea where I'm headed. I get in a car...
Photo & Poem: Birds and Horses
Fences mended with twine until there’s more time. Scrubbed water tanks filled fresh, drank down to half by noon....
Calming Signals and Holding a Grudge
Sometimes your horse isn't forward and it's frustrating. Or he doesn't like the trailer, and now neither do you. Maybe...
Travelblog: Introverts Everywhere
Humans spend so much time trying to “make” horses do things. I’m a little more fascinated these days with what...
Photo & Poem: Invisible Rope
Walking wide beyond my grasp, only ask for his eye, now wait. His forelock shelters a glimmer of movement. He’ll...
Can You Feel Your Hand?
Can you feel your hand? How about your fingers? Literally, can you feel them if there isn't a paper...
Photo & Poem: The Sea’s Nature
Calming Signals and the Thing We Call Stubborn
In celebration of Edgar Rice Burro's birthday, he's asked me to rant a bit about the thing humans call stubborn....
Photo & Poem: Flight
So still the herd, taking rest with soft flank to muscled shoulder, as the light shifts cooler. One nose lifts...
Calming Signals and Preacher Man: Still “Reactive” After All These Years
Bear with me, please. I miss my dogs, one in particular. I'm in Dunedin, and he's 12,620 km away. It...
Photo & Poem: Horse Trailer Conversation
Horse Trailer Conversation She takes me from the herd, pulling me to the box. Her hand is thick, there is...
Behavioral Euthanasia of Horses
"Anna, do you have any articles that touch on behavioral euthanasia?" It's from a question about a rescue horse...
Photo & Poem: Wild and Tame
You’ve landed in a place you don’t belong, the cat let me know, as she howled at you on...
Can a Horse Try Too Hard?
It was the first day of a Calming Signals clinic. I was talking to a group of people about leading...
Photo & Poem: Known
Across the long diagonal to the west corner of the dry lot, he’s on the far side of the herd,...
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: Waiting Out the Storm
Rusty coat, a spiky mane, and a spotted blanket, he would have been a firecracker of a colt, plain...
Horses in Solitary.
This is my fence panel. I lost count of the other's just like it, eight, I think. I find them...
Photo & Poem: Burning Snow
Nature swats at the pasty insects fussing with watch stems, adjusting mechanical time. Taking one hour, exactly sixty minutes,...
Creativity and the Problem with Training Techniques.
We were standing around the barn after the vet had left, a group of trainers and riders and horses, telling...
Photo & Poem: Lead Me
The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides,...
Learning to Let Go: Pearl
She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and...
Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky
Restless eyes behind closed lids, the early hours lay flat, dull to these scurrying thoughts. Rise to use the...
Calming Signals and Boundaries
A request to write about boundaries, in which the Loudmouth Party-Pooper returns. Am I allowed a pet peeve? I've began...
Photo & Poem: Let Down
So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to...
Does Your Horse “Respect” You?
I'm just the sort of old-fashioned cowgirl/dressage queen/dork that loves the concept of respect. Philosophically and in real life, I...
Photo & Poem: Finding Voice
“Curiosity is a sign of courage,” she said, hushing my correction. Bright praise for my colt chasing her dog...
Calming Signals and Ambivalent Horses.
Humans are impatient worriers. On the high side, it means we care but we want to know everything immediately. Perhaps...
Photo & Poem: Her Return
Lawn chairs got tossed, doors banged and windows rattled. She came back late, maybe even drunk. When I ventured...