




This afternoon, I visited me mums house to feed and water the horses. They were very happy to see me, even if it was just because I brought good tidings of fodder and sweet feed.
The black horse in the background (She’s camera shy) is mine. She was a barrel horse in her younger days. She has what I like to call power steering. In other words, if you even think about pulling the reins to the left or right, she will have already veered in that direction.
I witnessed the birth of the dark brown quarter horse. It’s a wonder of nature, when a foal stands on all four legs for the first time.
Have a grand week all…
Weird. I had one just like her it’s uncanny except he was a gelding. I didn’t have the heart to sell him on he looked EXACTLY like her. Ovaro paint! Great horse that could turn on a five cent piece (ditched a lot of riders that way, cunning boy)
quater horses? They look like complete horses to me.