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A Journal of training, hoofprints(memories) & information for the amazing herd of Equine in our life and those we meet along the trail...
May 2, 2011
Around the Farm
May 1, 2011
John Henry Magee IV
He's a little older now. Henry is always faithfully waiting at the front door for me whenever I return. He's quiet most of the time, When we take him somewhere with other equine (mostly horses, we don't know any other mule people) he must always bray/nicker his own unique sound, I don't get to here that sound often enough. The kids ride him everyday. He is very headstrong, literally and will pull the reins right out of your hand if your not ready for it. Not a better mount for the kids exists. He would protect them, teaches them, and is very aware of where his people are. Henry is losing his eyesight and he has a little more grey than last year. I've already decided that when Henry has his final days, he will get a Big Mac and a Chocolate Shake plus all the alfalfa he wants,soaked of course! My friend John Henry, if only I would have known him his whole life. I worry now that his sight is going, he doesn't have a specific buddy. He has been with every equine on the place,he gets to go where he pleases, but not one friend does he seem to have that hangs out with just Henry. John Henry likes all he meets, even if they don't like him. We have to talk to him now when we are behind him,as he is always ready to get out of the way or kick out at one of those minis that are always picking on him. Even though they are a group of mostly seniors, they still move pretty quick and feel they should boss Henry around. I have added the younger donkeys to the group hoping he would pick a pal amongst them but he seems to stay with each of them equally. Maybe that's it, he has many pairs of extra eyes. My mare Mariah has had vision problems for a while and she stays with her best pal Dreamer most of the time. Henry hangs out with whoever is doing what he would like to be at the time. I couldn't take enough pictures of my beautiful mule, who was once unwanted and definitely not appreciated! I am honored to know him and look forward to many more years together. If the kids let me I hope to still get in a few more trailrides with my favorite pal before he peacefully retires, as is Henry's style, peaceful.![]() |
| Parade with 4-H I will never know why silly horses spook at Henry, he is only 12.3 hands tall and is very docile. |
March 6, 2011
Little Girl's Dream
We went to a party this weekend and the cutest little girl ever loved the "pink pony". She wanted me to take her and the pony to the store so she could buy her carrots. "I wish I could." I replied. The little girl wanted to pet her and ride in the carriage over and over. That is the best compliment. she asked if the pink pony could live with her and I explained we were there only for a short visit. I would miss the pink pony terribly if she didn't come home with me. I told her that the pony could be hers in her Dreams. She said she would sleep and dream the pony was hers.
I imagined as I walked that she woke up and her dream had come true. There was that pony in the backyard next to the bounce house and party decorations strewn about. she raced down the stairs to touch the pony and see if it was real, oh it was! I must feed her the little girl thought. Oatmeal and apples! We'll have breakfast together. In the warmth of the sunshine of a new day they shared a meal. A good brushing was next. The pony has such soft hair. It just glistened with every stroke of the brush. Then she heard her mother calling but didn't want this moment to ever end, so she kept quietly petting and brushing the pony. Then she heard her mother calling louder and now she was being shook. As her eyes blinked she looked up at the ceiling above her bed and then at her mother. She jumped out of bed and raced to the window, looked down at the backyard only to see the bounce house deflated and no pink pony. It was only a dream but it seemed so real. The pony really was hers in her Dreams! Now she looked forward to bedtime every night to the pony that could be pink, purple, or just white.
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| My Beautiful SnowBelle |
February 28, 2011
Dream Boat
when they came in to our life. Destiny weighed 80# on a weight tape when she came to live with us. She should have weighed 150#. The other lead gelding who has a wild nature tried to kill her and tore through fences to get to her. Soon she put on weight and joined the herd and became strong enough to find her place in the pecking order. Destiny found her place in Dreamer's herd. She has mellowed in the last year we have had her and she is no longer in recovery. She follows his lead mare Sparkle who is 21 years old. Destiny is 5 years old so she has bonded with Sparkle as her adoptive mother. Never too far from this quiet gentle group. Dreamer has been a carriage horse for about 11 years and can also give saddle rides to toddlers. We visit handicapped facilities and nursing homes and they even let him come in the building.
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| Dreamer and Mariah in the trailer |
Dreamer is the sweetest horse I have known! He is inseparable with his friend Mariah. He loves treats and attention. Always looking at me with a questioning face. He is my Hollywood. It is very rare that Dreamer is seen dirty. Always a gentleman, lowers his head for babies to touch. Loves to lick hands. Such the charmer, has stopped parades while children pet him..
Mariah has been his companion for 4 years and they are never far apart. He is her eyes as she has moon blindness. They spend every afternoon napping together between the pastures where the breeze is the best. He is very rarely challenged for herd position as he runs his own special herd of mares mostly seniors and those that has been most neglected
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| Maraih following the cart |
Dreamer was the first mini to bolt on me in harness. I bounced out of the cart when he got scared of a pit bull in a fenced yard. Horses don't reason and they react lightning fast. My daughter who was 5 at the time was still in the cart so I couldn't let go. He drug me several hundred feet down the street when I finally got my arm around his chest and pleaded Whoa. I was scraped and bruised but otherwise OK. Dreamer to this day is still very afraid of large dogs. He must have had an experience before I owned him. He is small and there are definitely dogs bigger than him and we have seen some together. He is still the most wonderful mini to drive with his elegant movement and pleasant attitude. Six months after I bought him his previous owner asked if she could buy him back and regretted his sale. I couldn't part with Dreamer ever, and he will live out his life with me and his best girl Mariah.
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| Dreamer |
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