Published by Denise T in the blog Denise T's blog.
Beautiful! I see that the old Mule has the lead! Must be a Mare!
I guess you know your mules, yes she is an old mare who until recently was hanging back but for some reason has a new religion.
We usally use a Mare on the lead. They seem to be a little more in control! Imagine That!
Both are mares but the younger one is amazing how she keeps track of anything I do and even comes over for pets
Both are beautiful! I got home and had to put a old saddle bread down. Sad day. She was my daughter's horse, About 32 year's old. I'm glad hubby left the backhoe here today. He was working on the catfish farm and took the dozer this morning because he busted a track on the Dragline and it was in about 3' of water! What A Day!
Reminds me of something I wrote that I would like to share with you:
A few days ago my mare who was about 20 years old died. I had to put her down with a 22. Now I remember when I bought her at an auction. My step dad took me to the auction and let me bid. I was in my late teens at the time. I bid on the first two sets of teams coming through the ring and was the high bidder at around 2000$ per team. But after the bidding stopped on each team the owner didn’t think he wanted to part with the teams for that low price. Before the third team came out I was so in the rabbit hole that I had to ask my step dad to tell me what I bid on the last team . Then a pair of mares came out and I bid up to 1800$ and bought them. Mandy (the mare who just died) was one of the mares. I trained the team and was there for when each of them had a foal. And even milked them by hand when I took them away from the farm and their foals to pick up corn at other Amish farms. I spent years in the field with these horses until Mandy’s mate died and then I used Mandy for many years after that.
So the other day she didn’t come back to the barn and I had to go into the woods to find her. She had laid down and couldn’t get up so I tried to move her into a better position but she was just not going to be able to get up. At this point I felt I had to stop her suffering, or my suffering. At that point I couldn’t tell the difference. I think when you love, you create an opening for the suffering of the world to enter your life. And so my mom, step day and I were there when I put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. It was a very sacred moment for all of us and when she stopped breathing, the pain and suffering stopped for all of us. And when I walked away the conviction of,”WE WILL MEET AGAIN GIRL” reverberated through my being.
Thank you. Very well written! I think that part of what's happening today in this Crazy world is that no one takes the time to work and Love these Beautiful Animals like we do! They are part of our family! I just lost a couple of close friends that wanted to be taken out of their misery, but All that I could do was watch them suffer! We are having a memorial service for one of them today. I just went up and caught six white dove's to be released at the service. I hope that all's well for you! I really enjoy talking with you, to bad that we don't live closer! Your Friend in S. C. Alice, Thanks!
Happy Trails !
thanks Alice, We do have a lot in common.
Smiles! I did take Jesse to the farm today. We had a great ride! Rode about 1.5 hours when I got off him back at the trailer I realized that the girth strap was torn into! Humm I wonder how long i had ritten him with no girth? Tell me more about you please! thanks Alice
May I ask how old you are? I am about my mid 50s. Thanks
I'm 36 and have been working on my parent's small dairy farm for most of my life. I love the cows and horses and I'm needed here.
My mom wrote an article about our dairy farm experience that you might find interesting. I'll post it here as another blog.
Thanks Honey! I enjoy hearing your stories!
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