Equestrian style, classic, functional and simple. It just screams elegance. I love all of these ‘horsey’ touches represented in this post.
I wish I was born in these beautiful barns below! Who wouldn’t?! Feel free to direct me to other beautiful barns (or your own) by leaving a comment below.
It is amazing how much I can still remember little details about each horse I’ve owned. I’ve been reminiscing as I went through my photo albums to find old pictures of my horses. It seems on top of the memories I have of them, their physical characteristic are also imprinted on me. I can still feel how each one of their noses felt. The characteristic differences of how their manes running through my fingers as I would braid them. I can recall the individuality in how their neck sloped under my hand and the weight of holding their hoof as I picked them. And riding. Of course I remember how it felt to ride each one. They were all different but the weight of their memories are the same.
I guess I just never really noticed before how vividly they still occupy my mind…like a living picture.
I use to be pro-slaughter (yes, even as a horse-lover) as I remember reading a few articles that talked about the effect on the horses and horse industry if we didn’t. Have I ever sent a horse to slaughter? Not knowingly as personally I couldn’t do that knowing what they go through. Regardless of that discussion I have read more about the subject and I’m anti-slaughter now.
When it comes down to it SOMEONE is breeding those horses that are unwanted and starving. SOMEONE is helping an explosion in horse population numbers with no market for them! SOMEONE is not gelding their horses to avoid unwanted pregnancies. SOMEONE is choosing to take on more than they can handle and are unable to feed them so they starve. SOMEONE is choosing not to humanely put down their horses or re-home them. SOMEONE is all of us as a the caretakers for the horse population who do not practice responsible ownership.
Do I have a horse right now? No…I can’t afford one. Have I had a million offers to be given a horse? Yes. Do I want to get one? Yes. Do I? No. Do I want to save horses from this fate? Yes. But I will not be part of the problem. I will own a horse when I can afford one and I will only breed a horse IF I want the baby. For those of you wanting to send an unneeded horse to slaughter…do it a favor and just put it down. Whether with a bullet (yes I said it) or euthinasia do it a favor. I would rather get shot in the head than go through being shipped hundreds of miles to a foreign country facing fear, anxiety and chaos to meet death in an inhumane way.
Here are the sites/articles that helped me determine which side of the fence was greener.
American Veterinary Medical Association page of article links related to this subject
Just for basic human health reasons and why IF this industry is brought back into full swing NEEDS TO BE REGULATED…let’s not add another disease causing agent to our diets!
Humane & political (and religions) reasons…
It’s Current State…no-inspections needed is even worse than regulation when it comes to slaughter houses. I’d rather have a industry that has guidelines/rules and inspections rather than one that operates undetected.
A taste of the other side. If you read the comments it will make you feel better as they pick apart the article.
It is not enough for a man to know how to ride; he must know how to fall. ~Mexican Proverb
Thoroughbreds are so lucky…
Peonies (my favorite flower of all time) + Horse = Heart Attack
Christmas Wreaths to wear…
…and to eat!
and bigger spots :)
The dapple of my eye
and Fell ponies
A Bashkir Curly–love him!
Palomino’s are always pretty
(Me on a friend’s horse)
Rocky Mountain Horse
My favorite loves of all time…the Friesian
I’m going to start off with a great link to one of my favorite blogs (yeah for drafts!). While this article has been circulating around for awhile and you might have already read it, it is so true. I find myself moved by other people’s own 5 and so I’m finally doing my own.
1. The Intro Horse
We each came into horses in our own way, but it was always with a horse leading us. This might have been a friend’s first pony, or perhaps it was a draft horse on a farm you once visited It might have been a real-life meeting, or an imaginary one.
Once you had crossed the line between “Darn, they’re big!” and “Wow! Can I try that?” you found yourself face-to-face with the horse that would suffer through your early attempts at figuring out the whole horse experience … wherever this horse came from, he/she probably didn’t benefit from the encounter as much as you did…
Needless to say my story with Lady/Luna continues here. Not only was she my first horse that I loved and rode but also the first horse that I owned for years. The trainer that owned her had lost his lease on the farm where he was keeping his horses. He GAVE me Lady as he believed we belonged together and I am forever grateful to him for that. I was 14 when we brought her home. I look back now and feel so grateful for her patience and willingness to live through my first horse experience. Even in her old age she still was able to ride like she hadn’t aged at all. I rode her up until the day I came out one morning to feed her and she was turning in small, tight circles over and over again. I couldn’t get her to stop and when the vet came he told us she had probably had had an aneurism. My fairy-tale with her came to an end that morning as I held her head and she slowly laid down and went to sleep. My father buried her in the corner of the alfalfa field (where she often escaped to) across from the barn where I still leave bouquets of alfalfa to this day. I love to tell Lady’s story. It has been one of my most powerful lessons in life about dreams and seeing them come true.
3. The Connected Horse
The first horses we meet don’t really connect with us, nor do we with them. Those are experiences in survival and tests of endurance. The Connected Horse is the first horse you truly bond with. This is the horse that sounds a chord that lives so deep in you that you might never have heard it otherwise…
Into each horse-person’s life, a little challenge must fall. You’ll have read that one final training book, bought yourself a clicker and heading rope, and there you’ll stand, arms crossed, assessing the situation as if you actually knew what the situation was. It might be difficult to believe, as you are flying down the aisleway on the losing end of a braided cotton line, but you actually need this horse in your life…