The Barbaro Memorial Sculpture

My grass is the tallest under my fence line. I try to wheedle every bit of grass from under the fence with my zero turn tractor. I attempt to do this by dipping in and out while the perfectly engineered wheel fits under the lowest rail of the board fence. I don’t think this is [...]

When showing a Hackney Horse they’re required to be braided. The old timers told me they should wear the gold standard of twenty-one braids down their neck. They told me it’s to show the length of their neck and refinement of their appointments. I think there may be more to the number 21 but then [.

The high-class mare who graces my fields is a welcome sight every morning when I walk down the lane to feed. She leads the thundering herd of three if they’re in the east field, cantering into the dry lots with a vision of beauty I never get tired of witnessing. High necked and curvy she reinforces 

Another group of Barbaro’s are being readied for shipment as early as this Friday.

Treading through the muck left in the run-in from the rain water washing in waves from across the road into my paddocks, I tried to un-hook the hot wire connector. Easier to take two horses into the dry lot to manage their weight, both air ferns and bucket hogs they need to have restricted rations [