A Horse Called.....

I hope you will pardon the quality of the photo I am going to post but for the obvious reasons mentioned in the previous post I did not want to get to close to the new project. Who has been dubbed prepare for it. Grape.



You can blame Lady Ambrosia for the funny name. She has been chattering about Grape for a few hours now. It is apparently the new album name of a band she likes. Well she has been saying Grape so often, I just walked out into the barn and said “Hello Grape” so our new horse. Grape it is.

Grape is a Thoroughbred, I have not checked for a tattoo yet (again obvious reasons) but I will. Grape is underweight, has rain rot and a bad temper. But over all things could be worse. I have seen worse. I have helped worse.

The good thing is that one of my helping farm hands is a Young Lady and Grape has taken a liking to her. To the point of whickering when she arrives in the barn for the morning. So positive signs for Grape that she hasn’t lost all hope in humans. Only time will tell how that works out for sure. But I have faith.

Look at me, 2 blog posts in one day.

Sunday supposed to be the day of rest.

Sunday is supposed to be the day of rest. So why am I awake at almost 6am? Well I will tell you why. When you live and work on a horse farm there is no such real thing as a day of rest. And I have been doing this my whole life. So I am well trained. Even with me being no longer able to do the work until my arm is healed.

This is my first post on my very own blog. So I have to say welcome. And I hope you enjoy my little corner of the blog universe. It isn’t much, but some friend’s of mine two fine Ladies convinced me that it would be a good idea. So here I am. Welcome to the cowboy blog.

I can’t promise you will enjoy what I write. But I will write it anyways. Like a personal la la land of thoughts. I can be all over the place sometimes when I get to writing, but hey I will try. My life is not all that exciting. Some people might think it is I suppose. I have been riding horses since before I could walk. I trained my first one from ground all the way through when I was 10. I still have my trust gelding, his name is Blu’.

I currently have around 70 horses many of which are rescues. I do keep a select line of Quarter Horses, Arabians and Paints that I breed as well. I breed selectively however; as with the current market so many horses are going unwanted I want to keep my resources open to help where I can.

I am currently laid up form doing any real work or training because I was unloading a new rescue and took a shot to the shoulder. The person bringing the animal “forgot” to tell me that she didn’t like men, as her abuser had been one. Do I blame the horse? Not a bit. I have not yet thought of what to call her, and she didn’t come with a name but she is here at my home and she will be treated just as fair as anyone else injury or not. As soon as she has a name I will post a picture with her name.

Have a Fantastic Sunday, and I hope yours is more restful than my own.