Peaceful Pastures

12/30/2025

Eyes are said to be the mirrors of our souls.
Reflection of taking a picture of Tinker’s eye.

12/24/2025

Merry Christmas Eve all. Grey, chilly, snowy this morning, but sun is forecast to return Christmas Day afternoon.

12/21/2025

12/21/2025

The sound of cold. Hooves with ice balls on squeaky snow. Mac stares across the fields often before coming to his hay. Tinker acts concerned about what could be concerning him.

12/13/2025

Good news: Snow on horses’ backs means their thick coats are insulating them, keeping them warm. A bit like snow on the roof means that heat isn’t escaping.
Bad news: slow seeping of water out of their favourite automatic waterer. Waiting for the predicted warm up, to figure out if the plug is just in crooked, or on a piece of hay, or is broken. I cleaned the waterer at the last possible moment at dusk, before the freeze up, and may have rushed away to warm my hands before ensuring that the plug was secure.
Good news: it’s still holding water, and it appears that the ice has sealed it.
Bad news: above freezing is predicted for middle of the night, will it start leaking again?
Planning to haul large amounts of hot water to melt my ice tower, allowing me to thaw and re-set the plug that appears to be crooked, in hopes that’s all the fixin’ needed.

12/01/2025

Good bye November, lovely sky today.

11/26/2025

Good morning, frost art and horses munching, have a good day.

11/24/2025

It was a lovely long fall. 3 horses have 3 large horse shelters but prefer to stand in the snow watching for ‘hay lady’.

11/17/2025

Enjoying no snow and a mild evening, horses saunter in for hay. They’re much more eager to be fed when it’s cold and snowy, as pawing for grass in the pasture is more work.

11/11/2025

Thousands of horses went to war and never came home.
They carried our soldiers, pulled our supplies, and stood beside them through unimaginable conditions.
Their strength, loyalty, and quiet bravery are woven deeply into our history. 🕊️🐴

As we move through our peaceful days, let’s remember the lives that made that peace possible.

Lest we forget. 🌹

10/23/2025

Circa 1979, the expression on Buddy’s face…
My dad got out the needle nosed pliers, yanked all the quills, and we loaded him, hauled him an hr and a half, rode a full afternoon, hauled home and threw him out to pasture.
If I found a horse of mine looking like this today, I’d probably have the vet, sedation, possibly pain killers, and give the horse time off!

10/20/2025

Horses and sunrise, a lovely start to Monday.