It was late. And getting darker by the second. We were down for our No-Agenda Time with Saffron and Firestorm, just chatting away, pretty much ignoring the two nibbling hay at our feet. Suddenly, without a word, Kathleen bolted out of her chair and strolled over to the panel where Saffy’s halter was hanging. The halter she had never yet worn. Read More→
See the new video: Stormy Sits on Her Bean Bag
Time has flown by at the speed of light. It doesn’t seem possible that it’s been almost 100 days since Miss Saffron stepped off the trailer, an as yet unhandled mustang from the wild who had never willingly touched or been touched by any human. And she was very pregnant. We were told by the BLM that she would probably deliver in May. That was March 17th. Three days later Miss Firestorm was born. Read More→
Not exactly.
Only a few short days ago baby Stormy saw her first pond ever. And today she was swimming it it. I don’t think there’s much of anything she’s going to be afraid of. Mouse has been in the pond twice in three years. Mariah took an involuntary dip when she fell through the ice during our first winter here in Tennessee. But that’s it. Cash won’t even get his toes wet in order to have a drink. And he stood there today watching Read More→
Saffron and Firestorm enter the eastern pasture for the first time with other horses. We chose Skeeter and Mouse to be first because it’s been obvious for some time that, across the fence, Skeeter wanted to be Uncle Skeeter to Stormy. Read More→
Two months ago Miss Saffron, a BLM pregnant mustang from the wild, had never willingly been touched by a human. Only those BLM folks moving her in and out of squeeze chutes and trailers. Eight weeks ago (3 days after we brought her home) she gave birth to her baby, Firestorm, who was conceived in the wild on or about April 20th (my birthday). Both of these mustangs have been nothing short of Read More→
Look at all that space Mommy!
Stormy was coming up on seven weeks old and had never been out of her paddock and the adjacent paddock. We figured it was time. So we locked the herd in the eastern pasture, opened the gate from Mustang Paddock to the western pasture, and Read More→
