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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…

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Reflection

Unpredicted Change Our lives are built on days of repetition.  We wake up and begin our daily actions.  For some it’s exercise, for others, it may be breakfast with the family or rushing to ready for work.  Most of us complete the same tasks at least five days out of the seven in a week. …

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…

Reminiscing 2018

Accomplishments, Changes, and Loss The memories we have from 2018 put a smile on our face. Some make us laugh with joy and others bring tears to our eyes. We call this life! I’ve had the privilege of spending numerous hours with our friend, Bryant.  He’s made me smile, laugh, and has brought a tear…

Kickin’ It

These next few lines are hard for me to write.  Bryant, my mentor, couldn’t contain his fear the other day.  He was throwing his hands and arms in every direction while shrieking like a baby.  He tried running but his back was up against a panel, and he had nowhere to go. I thought I…

The “Band” Plays On

Time Slips By Coffee cup in hand, each morning I would glance out the back window.  I wasn’t expecting to see anything; it was now July, months since I laid eyes on the “Mountain Gang.”  I could only assume our journey together had concluded. I was staying busy with Bryant and my everyday chores.  I…

“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 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…