gilbert jones, mustangs, horses

A “Brand” Name

What’s In A Name Every person, object, and animal have a name.  An identification. Perhaps the first thing we learn about each other, the one piece of information that leads to uncovering one’s history. A reflection of who we are. We might think of a name as a label.  It provides a bit of insight…

The Day “Mr. Blues” Moved

The Move In our last post, we shared the story of relocating Mr. Blues, Mudslinger, and MP’s Bo to their new location.  Today we share a short slide show of the day Mr. Blues was moved. In true character, Mr. Blues departed the horse trailer with his head held high and smelling the freedom of…

“Mr. Blues” Play Me A Tune

Happy New Year!! We apologize for the lack of posts so far in 2019.  Our excuse is a simple one, life!  It has been so crazy this first couple of weeks that I haven’t even stepped foot in a pasture to snap any photos!  Now you know I must have been busy. Every time I…

Our First Christmas

Let me set up the scene for you.  It’s Christmas Day 2017.  It’s one of the colder days we’ve had, but we’re warm inside the house.  Presents have been opened; it is now a little after lunchtime.  I walked into the kitchen and stopped short. Come All Ye Horses It’s the “Moutain Gang!”  They came…

Patience Is A Plus

If you are just joining us and need to catch up, please follow the links below: Part #1:  The “Mountain Gang”                   Part #2:  Identification Please                                       Part #3:  “Mountain Gang” Returns…

“Mountain Gang” Returns

The Boys Are Back After considering their options, Freedom vs. No Dinner, “Poppy” and “Drinker” returned sooner than we thought they would.  They were located gorging themselves on the piles of feed we had poured out earlier in hopes of this outcome.  Escorted to their new housing, the round pen, where they remained “prisoners” for…

The “Mountain Gang”

Introduction Meet “Samson.”  Grulla Stallion, overseer to what I refer to as the “Mountain Gang.”  A band of Mustangs who, over the past ten months, learned to trust me.  Finally welcoming me into their herd, allowing me to gather my stories, learn invaluable lessons, and gain insight into their challenges, vulnerabilities, and stamina. Note the…

The Game

The standard hum-drum of a hot, humid, dull day changes when we hear the clinking of the chain at the gate.  That means a human is about to enter our playground.  Only one thing can take place then.  The game is about to start! Once on our side of the gate, we must welcome the…

Many Horses, Many Pastures

Where Does The Time Go? When one has contact with these many horses on these many pastures, she has access to tons of photographs.  Hence, hours of downloading, reviewing, editing, saving, and then determining which picture is used for which blog and/or Facebook post. Before that process is finished, I’m not sure what occurs.  I…

There’s No Place Like Home

Part #3 – In our final piece of the story, “Top Rail” returns home. When we had them all loaded from the trap, we hustled down the highway to the Made and Wilson Locke Pasture.  Once we arrived, “Top Rail” and his band were released into a “holding Pen.”  They were sure ready to get…