@horseandgoatmom I love the fotos of the farm with the TWH. They are a wonderfully gentle and forgiving of human error breed. In order to keep riding, I have had Walking Horses since 1990. Generally speaking, if they have issues, blame some human.
I also like your goats
. My neighbor’s goats can also be seen leaf picking, on occasion. I’ve seen the Billy up on their tractor- looking for the keys no doubt, lol
@Huggy I was raised on dairy and beef farms. Woodchucks, aka ground hogs, are most unwelcome on farms because they live underground and can make underground condominiums before the sun sets. They make holes big enough to break livestock legs (that includes horses).
Where I am from, it is not uncommon to hire someone to sit with a rifle and pick them off.
When my TWH Duke was alive, he was always the lead horse when riding the edges of the farm fields because he had an uncanny sense for for finding those holes and alerting me ahead. Some of those holes looked like a human could skinny down thru them.
That is an unplanned Segway into the horse below, who was not the foto I was going to post:
My beloved Duke, who was with me 24 of his 27 years and was the most astute silent communicator of any horse that has ever graced my pasture. I laid him to rest on this farm seven years ago and I still miss him terribly.
Picture #1 is our first trail ride after retiring to Middle Tennessee in the SE U.S. Picture #2 is when we lived In Southern California’s Low Desert area of the west coast of the U.S. For five years. Duke is the little guy in the middle but make no mistake, he was tough and had no trouble keeping up with those two Quarter Horses I never rode with a saddle unless we were in a parade and all costumed up. Duke loved showing off in Parades. Did I say I still miss this fella
I also like your goats
. My neighbor’s goats can also be seen leaf picking, on occasion. I’ve seen the Billy up on their tractor- looking for the keys no doubt, lol@Huggy I was raised on dairy and beef farms. Woodchucks, aka ground hogs, are most unwelcome on farms because they live underground and can make underground condominiums before the sun sets. They make holes big enough to break livestock legs (that includes horses).
Where I am from, it is not uncommon to hire someone to sit with a rifle and pick them off.
When my TWH Duke was alive, he was always the lead horse when riding the edges of the farm fields because he had an uncanny sense for for finding those holes and alerting me ahead. Some of those holes looked like a human could skinny down thru them.
That is an unplanned Segway into the horse below, who was not the foto I was going to post:
My beloved Duke, who was with me 24 of his 27 years and was the most astute silent communicator of any horse that has ever graced my pasture. I laid him to rest on this farm seven years ago and I still miss him terribly.
Picture #1 is our first trail ride after retiring to Middle Tennessee in the SE U.S. Picture #2 is when we lived In Southern California’s Low Desert area of the west coast of the U.S. For five years. Duke is the little guy in the middle but make no mistake, he was tough and had no trouble keeping up with those two Quarter Horses
I never rode with a saddle unless we were in a parade and all costumed up. Duke loved showing off in Parades. Did I say I still miss this fella
