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I gotta tell ya…

One of my favorite things, is to watch the horses run and play in the pastures.

I open the gates everyday for their grazing enjoyment.

Yesterday I decided to grab my camera, for some action shots.

You know, you can never have enough of those stored on your computer.

So here we go!



Even fat, little Tater Tot got into the race.






Everyone seemed to be doing their own figure 8 patterns, almost playing chicken with each other.


Farting and squealing…


Squealing and farting…


Just such a feeling of beauty,





…and comic relief.


Don’t sell him short (yes pun intended) those little legs were a blur.

Atta boy Tater!

I see Kentucky Derby in his future.

Don’t you?

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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There have been changes in my herd.

I get it…

It’s life.

But, I don’t have to like it.

March of 2013 we lost our beloved gelding Gus.


April 2014, my dear little donkey, Tilly.


Both were in their 30’s and I feel blessed that they lived so long.

But what do I do with myself now?

Caring for geriatric animals is part of my daily routine.

My husband even put a divider in my grain bin. One side for maintenance feed and one side for senior feed. He built me a side table to set the supplements on, too.

We’ve added gates and fencing to ensure peaceful eating times for the seniors and I’ve taken my round pen apart to make another stall in the main barn.

To me, making sure the old ones were warm, dry and had a full belly, made me feel content.

Tilly was “rescued” at the age of 21 with her 13th baby in her belly…

Tater Tot 

…and her last baby.

Gus was my old faithful until arthritis turned him into a pasture buddy and babysitter.

Uncle Gus

I miss them. I miss making sure they’re healthy and happy. I miss mixing their meds and supplements, checking their old worn out teeth to make sure they aren’t balling up hay or dropping grain.

I miss brushing them, kissing those gray faces and looking into those big brown eyes.


Why and how is it that they both survived our cold, cold Wisconsin winters but, succumb to failing bodies in spring?

With my fond memories of parades, trail rides, kiddy rides and great escapes, I move on.

Move on to my new daily routine that, for now, consists of not having to close so many gates or mix mash or keep the divider in the grain bin.

With spring, comes changes in life.



Thank you Gus and Tilly Tot, for the memories and the privilege of being part of the last half of your lives.



Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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I couldn’t help myself. Tee Hee


Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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Well, it wasn’t a huge logging event but, when you’re trying to load up on wood for the winter, it sure feels like it.

My husband and I were cutting out some dead trees in the woods behind us (well I was supervising the cutting down part) and he decided we needed our mare Feather to help out.


So I threw the roping saddle on her and headed down the road.


Dragging logs out of the woods onto the main trail.



There’s something about this mare…I just love.

I always tell people we may not be super great at one thing but, she’s done everything I’ve asked her to do.








Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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I went on the last camping trip of the season this weekend.

The fall colors are just beautiful right now and as we rode along, the one thing I so enjoyed was how the fallen leaves carpeted the trail.

Natures pavement.

There was one particular area, where the Maple trees just seemed to glow.

The cold nights were worth it.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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So I was going through pictures of my “kids” today and thought this one portrayed Mother’s Day pretty well.

Little Sora, born May 7th, 2011. One day before Mother’s Day that year.


Everyone is content and in love. Including me. Red heart

Wishing you all a fabulous Mother’s Day this year.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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Sometimes, when your only a few hrs. old, “up” is the challenge.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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Feather 2

My now 9 yr. old mare Feather, as a weanling in 2004.


Feather, 2012.


Sora as a weanling, 2011.

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As a 2 yr. old, 2013.


My now 6 yr. old mare Sophia, as a weanling.


Sophia, 2012.

One thing for sure with Appaloosas, you can always expect change.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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I’ll never get sick of posting photos like this. Winking smile


I’m amazed at how wonderful mares can be when the baby is giving some pretty good udder bumps to open the milk bar! Ouch


Belly (and face) full of warm milk.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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