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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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This comes out of my mouth weekly.

Monday at 10 pm I found myself exclaiming it again.


I had posted this on Facebook last night but thought, you know what I want to vent!

Now you have to understand that this cute little ass “Tater Tot” is way to fat and isn’t supposed to be on grass at all, without his grazing muzzle. We went through a painful hoof abscess this year and he now has a new stall in the upper barn at night. I tore apart my round pen just for this bundle of joy!


Tater had to figure out a gate and the barn door to achieve this escape. Bravo Tater!


Apparently I need to wrap a chain around this.


Of course this was lifted off as well.


Let’s not forget he opened a bale of hay on his way out.


This is the door to the hay and grain storage in the horse shed. They are heavy doors to slide open but Tater figured out that he can swing them open on both sides and slide in.

Tater tornado

…and eat chicken feed…and tip over the box of treats…and spread out hay…well basically I have to clean up after a Tater tornado after I kick his butt out.

So I got smart and put more locks on the doors.


One on this side.


…and one on that side.

It works well, too.


Unless I forget one side while I’m cleaning the barn. He’s always watching…

Tater tornado

Then I’m back to this.


Oh and we also had to extend a gate down because he would crawl underneath, tipping wheel barrows as he went.


Here’s the deal…12 years ago I rescued a pregnant donkey named Tilly…

…and promised my husband that I would sell the baby because after all I didn’t want another mouth to feed.



Valentines Day morning 2000, I walk out to this little creature.

No bigger than a lamb…and he was spotted!…and he was born on Valentines Day!


…and he loves his mama.

So I convinced my husband that we needed to keep him.

However, in the past 3 – 4 yrs. I’ve tried a couple times to give him away. Just to make my life a little easier but it’s either not worked out or I didn’t think the interested people would stick to his diet regiment and declined.

So here I am cussing this little ass weekly.

I’ve learned to accept this as a comedic relief to the world we live in.

Some of my typical sayings are:

Are you kidding me?

Are you frickin kidding me?

What the hell?!!

Where the hell is Tater?

Tater get out!

Seriously he crawled underneath?!


I needed to look at this photo again. I think I’ll make it my wallpaper for awhile.

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

Tater! What the hell?!

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What does a girl like me do on a beautiful fall day?

I do whatever the critters want…

Who needs expensive toys when you have corn fields and stuff around the farm?


When you’re running at the speed of light, it helps to stick out your tongue.


This is a great photo if you don’t mind the fresh “I just rolled in something but, maybe my ear will hide it” look.


Got one shot of Emma as she sat down for 1/100th of a second.


My road to a sane, take me anywhere, horse…

Let’s recycle.



Sora wanted to mow the lawn and walked over.

The wind was blowing. That’s my baby, just keep munching away. Red heart


Oops! Almost forgot the princess!


Until next time…Appy trails Smile

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When I saw that the weekly photo challenge was free spirit, I immediately thought of this photo.

My husband took this last fall.

It’s dusk and the sky was brilliant.


No fences, saddle, bridle or halter. What better way (in my opinion) to represent “free spirit” than an Appaloosa. With their rich Native American history…

Free Spirit

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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This is the first thing that came to my mind when I saw this challenge.

We live on a farm and I think this is a beautiful moment.

Whether you’re a horse, dog, cat, cow, human or basically “All Creatures Great And Small”.

Did you read those books by James Herriot?

You should.


Get ready…

Are you sure you want to see?







Inside for 11 months and 10 days.


Outside…finally, after 11 months and 10 days.

Until next time…Appy trails. Smile

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