There just isn’t anything in the world more fun for me than working with our horses at liberty.
It all started when we landed in middle Tennessee three years ago. Twice every day when we went down to feed I was faced with sorting out the horses to their respective feeding stations. Sometimes it took no effort at all and other times it was a fruit-basket-turnover depending on who was where, their individual moods, the weather, and whatever else might be going on. Read More→