Along the Dusty Trail

I found this poem on a friends page and thought it might touch a few of you. I hope you enjoy.

Along the Dusty Trail

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?

The Rancher’s brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free.”


 

I sure hope you are getting ready for the Holiday season: Country style anyway.

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

I have also been saving DIY Horse craft ideas on Pinterest that is fun and always being updated.

Come for a visit and let your imagination go.

I also have a board for Horse shoe nails and Barbed wire ideas. Some are so amazing. Lots and lots of ideas to take your passion to new heights.

I hope you join me as you get ready for the Holidays.

Have a Happy Holiday season.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

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Happiness has a Smell

It is 6:30 am and I am off to my sisters for our weekly visit.

I jump on my mustang, or in it I should say: my mustang convertible, RED.

I take the 60  east for about 10 miles and head south.  Yes, of course I had to stop  Starbucks coffee.   Just a simple dark roast, tall with some cream added: way cheaper and a lot less calories.  I just like plain coffee.  Did I say like: I meant LOVE.
Daily Oats Love that Smell of Hay

Anyway, enjoying my top-down, convertible ride as I head  down the highway when all of a sudden the sweet, sweet aroma fills all my senses.  Next, I find myself, hanging my head over the side the window, with my nose pointed up trying to find out where that wonderful smell is coming from, when I realized what I must look like to the rest of the cars around me.  I only could imagine what a dog must sense when they get a whiff of a familiar smell and up goes there noses, hanging out the window, sniffing the air.  Well, at that moment, that was me, like a old hound dog, sniffing the air.

See most of Arizona does not have grass, so they never have to cut it, no grass, no fresh cut grass smell.  Although I think that hay smells different then fresh cut grass, but it is that fresh hay smell that makes my heart go into the full delight mood.

The smell just filled me with that great fondness of complete contentment.  The smell of freshly cut hay, how it lingers and oh, how I love that smell.    Let the other drivers next to me  think that I look like a dog with my head hanging out the side of my car. I don’t care, I just want to find where that smell is coming from.

I just kept sniffing away, however,  I never did see where that smell came from, but I sure enjoyed the experience. It was a total delight to my senses.

Who else would ever hang their head out the window to see who was putting up hay beside a horse nut,  well maybe a cattleman, but most of those have horses as well.

Here is a hint for a happy life:  treasure even the littlest  things you love.: put you nose up to the sky, take a good sniff and ENJOY!

Always remember to Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow..

Just WHINNNNNNING out loud as much as possible!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s
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Barn sweetness

I do not want to find myself only happy when I am out in the barn.  Everything in the barn makes me happy, every the crap.  But just a few steps back outside and I can quickly be a goner.

In my life, I want more.  I want  more of  what truly  matters.  Along the way, someone gave to me a gratitude rock .  You might have heard of them.  Just a rock that you stick in your pocket.  Then every time you put your hand in your pocket, you count some of the blessings in your life.  It allows the word gratitude to sink into our minds and souls.

At my worst moments, shortly after  my husband died, I had to make a list and kept it on the frig. I would read it every time I opened the refrigerator door.  Here is a sad fact, but so true of many of us:  I learned more about gratitude for my life, after my husbands death  than every before.

I no longer want to wait till after some tragic event  occurs in my life to show those around me the blessing they are to me.  I want to offer than whenever they are around me the Symphony of the “Dancing with Horses:  a symphony for life.  I want to make sure that they know how much they  HAVE captured my soul: that deep contentment as if I was in the barn just brushing my horse and my soul is completely  satisfied.

For today, I will share the music “Dancing with horses”  and the peace that lives within their unconditional love, not only with the horses but with all those that cross my path.

I will “be the Gratitude “to  all the Whinnies that capture my heart.

Remember always, be the Whinny and greet the world like your horse greets you, with unconditional love to all the two legged creatures in your life as much as the 4 legged ones.

Sending extra whinnies your way.

Always remember to Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Just WHINNNNNNING out loud as much as possible!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

Had to share.  Too cute.  The picture is from  a Facebook friend Barbara Moseley

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

The rule is you have to Sing this one:: Love Santa

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Two lariats, and a Mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Three cowboy hats, two lariots, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me: FIVE VETS ON CALL!, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve teeth a-missing, eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”
We make a Living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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Don’t feed your horse Carrots

Comments from  the old mare.

I just wanted to introduce myself, I am the old mare in the corner stall and  I have a few things to say.

1st.  Stop! bringing home all those  new horses to “MY” barn.

Enough is enough.  Have “YOU” ever herd of the #ONE ?

Am I not good enough for “YOU” anymore and besides,  I am tired and way too old anymore to share “MY” pasture with anymore teenagers.   “YOU” let them all out first and then “YOU” put me out, with a slap on “MY” behind no less,  how degrading.

Then I hear a “OK, old girl, show them who’s boss”.

Try that stunt one more time, and I will  do more than slap “YOUR” behind.

“YOU” show those young-en’s who’s boss for a change.  After all, every time I push “YOU” over to get to “MY” Oats, ” YOU” are always telling “ME” that ” I am the boss around here!”

Ya, like that will ever happen!

Next, can we just talk one minute about “MY” figure.

I AM NOT  A FAT OLD GAL ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Fat old mar

So do not be so skimpy with that Oat can.

And sending in my picture to Equis  for the cover article, under the title

“Is your horse too fat?”

Was not funny!

Was not funny at all!

By the way,  trust me,

I will get even

with “YOU” for that one.

We will just see who is TOO FAT!

And another thing,  Do ” YOU”  think that ” I” don’t know ” YOU” are up at 5 am drinking that coffee.

Do  “YOU” realize, ” I “ can smell it all the way out to the barn.

First you cut back on “MY” oats so that “I” am starving , and then “I” have to wait until “YOU” decide to come to the barn at what ever time “YOU” please.    “I” can not believe that “YOU” actually expect “ME” to  wait until 5:30.  

What are “YOU” thinking?

COFFEE time is over, ” MY” fine two-legged friend!

Get up, put put “YOUR” pants on and get YOUR” butt out  to the barn.  It  is time to feed “ME”.

I know that I am “YOUR” favorite and  I can tell when you are feeling bad.  Especially on those days  when you want to take only  “ME” for a ride for “YOU” can talk.   I have to tell you, I do not mind the yelling or even the  tears, but to tell you the truth, “YOU” don’t need them. There is a better way.

Next time, you are upset with someone, just watch what I do.

First,  the moment that they get even close to  a nibble of your Oats, you have to just  completely stop, slowly raise your head, and give them the “I dare you to do that again, Look!”

Sometimes, that might not work for some of the more thick headed ones around here, so if they don’t back off, give  them just one  more warning.  I like to pretend I am going to eat them alive. I rush at them with with my head low,  month open,  teeth bared  and ready to take a quick snack.   Just like I do  when “YOU” are not fast enough with that feed can.  

Why do “YOU” do that?  Are “YOU” just out to  torture “ME” ?

OK, back to that one who pissed “ME” off.

If that did not stop them in their tracks, go onto step three.  I have perfected  this technique over the past twenty-five years, so I know it works.    I aim for  one solid  hit  on the lower rear flank with my right  hind foot, shoes-on of course.   If you do this one correct, this will work  every time.

I just let them know right up-front how I feel about it.

The great thing is, once I tell them exactly how I feel about it, it’s  all over.   I pay never- no-mind to it.  I just  finish going  about my day. No more being upset,  no more yelling,  no tears,  just life, eating grass, happily waiting for supper to be delivered.

I cannot take the time to worry about what the heck they are thinking.  I have far too  much to do around here.

Herding all those young ones, and having to make sure I get  “MY” share of all those treats.  PS, did I ever tell  “YOU” that “I” love, just  really love peppermint candy.  I thought “YOU” should know that fact about “ME”.

One more thing, if it is a stallion,  go directly to step  number three.

Last,  “I”  DEMAND  MORE CARROTS ON EASTER MORNING.
horse treats carrots
I want way more than the rest of the herd, after all, if “I” am “YOUR” favorite, “I” should have more than the rest.  Who makes up the rules in this barn anyway?  I will tell “YOU” who.

“ME”,  that’s  who!

Lastly, never and “I” do mean never, never  again try to clean the stall while “I” am eating.  How disgusting is that?  Have “YOU” no stall manners at all?

Worse yet, please  no more  of that  pathetic whinnying on the way to the barn.   I like the crabbier you better.  Who ever told “YOU” to  act like a horse anyway!

Just  this once, give me a Break!

“YOUR” so called . . . .  SPOILED, but not “FAT”, Old Mare

Just  make sure  “YOU” bring “ME” all of  “MY” EXTRA CARROTS!

Happy Easter
Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Live for the  WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
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Ratt’ler warning!!

Here is my post this morning to my  Facebook, thought you might enjoy the reactions.

Just wanted to let you know how my day started:

Ratt'ler
THERE IS A HUGE RATTLER IN THE FRONT YARD;;;;;

INSIDE THE CEMENT WALL!!!!!!!!

It is OMG time!!!

( PS:  that was me as my heart was beating very fast, as I ran back into the house.)

This was true this morning.   Saw the rattler twice.    I actually  did not mind so much as the huge surprise.  I have to admit, I do love their warning system.

Here are the comments”  Please add a comment with your own snake story.

Sandee:: Oh yes Roberta – spring has sprung in Arizona!!
Andrea: Not Good!
Me: Well, I  just might have to become an Arizona snowbird then.
Erica: oh Roberta! id be screammin n hollarin like a baby! I hate snakes! least hes outside
and   not in your house! i hope he goes away
Me: The birds chased him in under the bricks by the rose bushes. I never  said  that I was not screaming. My heart sure is pumping.
Me:     First rattler up-close and very personal, WAY too personal
: Actually, I saw on the news that the first bite here in AZ for this year happened about a week ago – so they are out and about!! Caution everybody here in the SW!
Pat:: I thought you lived in WI. Evidently not. We have harmless grass snakes which was seen yesterday. Skunks are aplenty tho. Get rid a that ratt’ler. Who do you call?
Natalie: LOL..I remember when I was a kid and lived in Susanville…same thing, went out back one day after lunch, there he was, coiled by the fence. Neighbor came and chased him off with a stick. I like snakes, so no probs there…here we only have the little garden type guys that are harmless and I love catching them and checking them out, then letting them go again…
Lorette: Yep it is definitely snake time in the south. I am not fond of rattlers. Good thing is I keep finding bull snakes around my place and they tell me if you find them, you don’t have to worry about rattlers. Either way, my heart gets pumping when I run across a snake as bulls look at lot like a western diamondback. Ours are prairie rattlers and they are yellow in color.
Barbara: Anything but a rattler. Don’t like those at all. Had a red mohave on the front patio last fall but we dropped him off across the road in the BLM land. Be careful!!!
Pam: NO!! Not ready for that, YET! Never ready! BE CAREFUL!! Thinking about getting a few peacocks for my 5 acres! We are rattle snake central here, I just hate it!!
Don: Peacocks prevent snakes?
: perhaps a mongoose would be helpful… don’t panic… I’ve worked around rattlers….. they are not aggressive but very good at defending themselves… pay attention to where he goes… so you know where he might be hiding out… he was probably sunning himself… please be careful and I hope he doesn’t end up around the horses… do you have wildlife control in your area??
Pam: At times like this Im so glad I am a kiwi. Snakes cant survive here its too cold.
Barbara: call the police (not 911) and they’ll give you the name of a snake removal company who will come right out. if it’s venomous, there’s no charge because they bring it to a place that milks it. anyway, that’s what we do because we get diamond back rattlers here in florida. hope that helps.
Missy:: I’d rather deal with a snake that has a rattler to warn me than the water moccasins I’d run into when I’d be visiting in the south. Very aggressive, even the babies.
Karen: How cool! I have not seen a rattler since I was a kid growing up in Southern Cal.
Julie:: I hate snakes I hate hate hate them!!!!!!
SoS0:: from cool to hate.   I love how the subject of snakes tends to bring out a lot of emotions… I used to have a zoo-mobile and one of the most requested animals was a 15 ft. Boa that I worked with even the smaller Ball Pythons would bring a big reaction. kids love to talk about snakes. the fear of snakes is a very ancient instinct, not only because of the biblical story of the Garden of Eden but studies show that primate groups are also wary of and stay away from snakes even going so far as to have a special call to alert the troop…. funny story… a monkey in one of the troops learned to give the call while the others were eating so he could move in on the food… after a while they figured it out… sort of like the little boy who cried wolf…

Roberta, I think you have a great blog story here…. 

Brandon:: Omg is right. i hate snakes. Run forest run.

Well as you might have guessed,  I not going to even try to convince anyone today to overcome their fears.   From the moment the word RATTLER crossed my mind, all bets were off.

A reader posted this for some “what to do about snakes with horses:
Snake Bite Preparedness

Just remember, no matter what, they are all just another WHINNY around the barn yard.
All my love for today, and may there only be a few new Baby Rattles in your world this spring.  Baby horse rattles that is.
Happy Spring.

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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WordPress Urgent notice: Potential Danger of Horse Hair

Urgent Notice:

Potential Danger of Horse Hair in a press release today, the National Institute of Health has announced the discovery of a potentially dangerous substance in the hair of horses.

This substance, called “amobacter equuii” has been linked with the following symptoms in females:* Reluctance to cook, clean or do housework.* Reluctance to wear make-up, good clothes or
heels.* Reluctance to spend money on home or car repairs until after “baby has new shoes,pad, blanket, tack, grain, hay & supplements” .

.”Amobacter equuii” usually results in long hours away from home and exhaustion which may lead to a loss of physical contact with other humans (especially husbands).

“Amobacter equuii” is thought to be addictive, driving the need for additional sources – this may lead to a “herd mentality” or like the potato chip commercial, “you can’t have just one”. (Especially potent if infected from miniature equines)

Beware! If you come in contact with a female human infected by this substance, be prepared to talk about horses for hours.Surgeon General’s Warning: Horses are expensive, addictive, and may impair the ability to use common sense.Men infected with amobacter equii develop bow legs, quiet speech and a brim-shaped outline to the head. Other symptoms may include obsessive urge to chase wooden ball, foxhounds or cattle.

Particularly dangerous if male infected with a. equii reproduces with female carrier– chance of children developing disease 99.99%.

Cowgirls were born to laugh.  I hope you enjoyed this.

Change your life and “BECOME” the disease and just be the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
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Houdini, the Appaloosa gelding

Daily Oats: Food for the horse lovers soul

I was reading the Sunday section of horse ads when I can across an add for a 4 year old green broke registered Appaloosa gelding with all the tack and a Simco saddle for $400.00. I thought, even if the saddle was older, I could fix it up and get at least $200.00 out of it. I also loved bringing home green broke horses. I would just started all over again as I convinced myself that I needed another project and horse to train.

So I called the number and made the arrangements to see the gelding that afternoon. Even though it was not very far, I hitched the trailer and got a stall ready to go.

When I got there, they brought a nice big, almost black, stocky built gelding with a snowflake blanket out of the barn. He was very handsome, well groomed, calm, polite, and he seemed very easy to get along with. I watch as them lead him around and I could see absolutely nothing wrong with him.

He came with a Simco saddle that seemed almost new, plus a heavy winter blanket, bridle and all the tack you would ever need for one horse. I thought that I might have a problem loading him in the horse trailer, but that only took a few minutes and we were off towards home.

One of my best friends was a Vet, so I stopped at her clinic on the way home for the once over and he passed with flying colors. So off to home I went with my new prize.

I unloaded him and headed for the barn. I gave him the box stall in the corner of the barn where he could watch everything that was going on. I made sure he had everything that he needed and I headed back to the house to see what my husband wanted to do on such a perfect Sunday afternoon.

I was only about a 100 feet pasted the end of the barn, when a horse bolted past me. I was in shock to see it was the new gelding. I thought perhaps I did not put the latch on correct, so I just gathered him back up and headed back to his stall. This time, I checked twice to make sure the door was completely latched. So again, I headed out the large double barn doors and just started heading for the house. Guess what? A bolt of black went streaking past me once more.

This time, I shut the upper half of the door, and headed towards the house. I had almost made it when, you know what happened next. This time, I went in and got my husband. Of course, when I told him my story, the laughter got a little loud.

Two more tries for my husband before he took a board and drilled it across the doors until we could figure out how to keep him in the stall. That darn old horse drove both my husband and me just plain crazy for the next few weeks. He would out-smart us every time.

After I spent some time with him, getting him well past being green broke a buyer showed up for a look. When he asked me the horse’s name, I just said around here, they call he Houdini. He laughed, as I let him shut and latch both stalls doors. Before we even made it half way to the shop, Houdini earned his name once again.

A dear friend of mine sent me this email recently, and it reminded me of Houdini
“Excellence is the result of caring more than others think is wise , risking more than others think is safe, and dreaming more than others think is practical. You are in excellence in all that you do.” He forgot the last part ‘ expect more than others think is possible.”

Who would have every expected that gelding to be able to open any gate to the point we had to use a board and drill every time. That gelding was in total excellence.

He had become a mastery of escape with any latch by the age of four. I want that kind of  determination in my life  To do my best, beyond what others think is possible, to risk more than what might be wise, and to dream bigger than my ego has every let me sail before.

Now that is living in excellence. What if, I was just an excellent friend, rising to the occasion that I stand with you no matter what. Or perhaps today, I was an excellent partner and believing in you more than ever before or I could be the “BEST” employee.  For me, I would be in excellence in self confidence, and never doubt me abilities of my gifts.

Today, I am going to do my best to be in excellence in whatever I place my mind, heart and hands on. If a horse can give his best every time, then so can I.

How can you be in excellence in your world today?


Change your life and “BECOME” the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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