We bought some wildflower seeds to scatter in the field she was born in. Below is Aislinn with Ginger. Today I bought a grazing muzzle for Ginger. She needs a muzzle just a bit larger around the nose than little miss Welsh Ebony. Did I hope I can encourage Ginger to use the muzzle. We will see! Tonight, on my.

Chronicling the journey of Retired Racehorses. About CANTER and This Blog. When Horses Are More Than Just Horses. This is a really hard entry for me to write, but as I went to sleep last night, I knew it had to be done. Me and Mikey, photo by Allie Conrad. Mikey, with volunteer Laura Muncy and trainer Stefany Wolfe.

Who does this guy think he is? View my complete profile. Nasal strip flare-up threatens Chromes Crown run,. Quiet Zain wins his first Quinte handicap.

Wildlife, Wildflowers and a Window. The natural world around me, both a few steps and a few miles, away. Monday, May 14, 2012. Yup, my yard is still overrun with critters. From my old friends the turkeys, to geese, chipmunks and squirrels, here is a view of one day and what I may see looking out of the windows of my old house. This Turkey Lady decided it was time for her beauty bath. Uh, she kind of needs it. Rachael was very interested in this little guy, right outside of the window, too.

Lessons learned in dressage and hunter jumper. As we kept spiraling and and out, I would soften my hands and Carly did start to reach down towards th.

Friday, October 26, 2012. Ugh, I am a blogger fail. Fail Fail FAIL, all on me. All my fail makes chubby 3-legged kitteh fall down, go night-night. Lo, he is a handsome chub, is he not? I sure do like him fleshy. Feels good to be back! Sunday, July 15, 2012. It was so much fun! Thursday, June 28, 2012.

Not even the dead have seen the end of war . On April 5, 2013 by Author Jennifer Quail.

Stories from our ever-evolving journey to be better horse-people. Sunday, April 05, 2015. The diver and the ex-racehorse. Once upon a time, there was a woman who- like many women do- discovered horses later in her life and, once hooked, jumped in with her whole being. Then, a little bit later in life, she discovered scuba diving and- as with the horse fetish- dove in with all the enthusiasm previously laser-focused on soft noses and not landing on the hard ground. A gnome in scuba gear! Ohum, okay.

Hog Island was once home to one of those communities.