To Everything Turn, Turn, Turn… Maybe One More Revolution, Just To Be Safe

If I am being brutally honest with you, it’s been harder than usual to find things to be thankful about this year. My Gramma died. I’ve had a probe and biopsies taken 6 (soon to be 7) times since May to figure out which food is killing me. My cats aren’t allowed in my bedroom

In Which Lauryn Has Magic Powers

Hi!  I’m not-even-a-little psychic photographer Rachel Reeves and this is my partner, Wendy Cloudcakes.  Enjoy! Hi, everyone! I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a long time, but I finally sat down long enough to actually type something. I met the author of this earnest – albeit sometimes sardonic – blog six years ago,

Cat’s in the Cradle

Family is  complicated.  It’s one of the basic tenants of this life.  The earth is most likely not flat, taxes are always too high, and your family is really weird. Family has a very different meaning and structure to it in wild horse society than it does for humans, but they aren’t immune to this

White Mountain Roundup & Spaying Scoping – The More You Know

Well, the day I have been dreading for over 3 ½ years has finally arrived.  I suppose I should be thankful they waited so long instead of having it show up in August, but really, I would have been perfectly fine waiting forever only to have it never show up. What am I talking about? 

Have it to the Full

This isn’t the blog post.  That one is coming.  It is half finished and I can’t really put it off much longer, but it isn’t the kind of thing you throw at people on New Years Eve.  There is also the minor detail that it’s just plain hard to write.  I don’t know how I am

Fisk & His Tantrums

Fisk doesn’t make much sense to me. Some of that is normal.  Not being a horse myself, they often act in ways that I do not expect, leaving a years worth of puzzles before me.  Sometimes it just takes a little time for a Eureka moment to break through.  Other times, there is no answer

Standing Bear Has Five Moms (And That’s Okay)

Happy Thanksgiving!  Or to anyone who lives outside of the United States and/or does not celebrate the holiday, happy random Thursday in November! This is a story about Standing Bear & Ariadne – two very different youngsters.  Their territories are miles away from each other, yet they are still part of the same herd.

Imperfect

Well, I found Gladiator. And maybe we should just get this out of the way right off the bat:  Gladiator is a terrible band stallion. No really.  I love Gladiator, but he is simply dreadful at his job.  I cannot blame Fibonacci, Belle, and Spitfire for finding a different stallion to join. But maybe I

The Quest for Gladiator

Man that title sounds really over dramatic.  Unfortunately, I went on a pun-filled Cream binge earlier today (the band, not the dairy product though I had some of that too) and consequently used up my allotted number of song references. Sorry, not sorry. I like to think that Gladiator stays on the top of my

On Either Side the River Lie

Elaine of Astolat was something of a tragic figure.  Stick with me here, because I swear this is going somewhere. Probably. Probably.   Elaine was this beautiful, young woman who made one critical mistake.  She fell hopelessly in love with Lancelot.  You can probably see where this is going.  Lancelot had devoted himself to the