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

Whinny’s

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Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets make a great Christmas gift for any horse lover.
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DIY Christmas horse crafts: a horse lovers dream

Almost every horse lover I know is pretty crafty.

With the Holiday season coming up fast, I thought you might like this YouTube video on how to make this Christmas horse reef yourself.

Christmas horse reef:  How fun and it is way too adorable.
Christmas horse reef from Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

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

Whinny’s

If you are looking for a way to keep your connection forever, why not try one of Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets.

Knot-a-Tail  has a very large selection.
Horse lovers horsehair bracelets by Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets make a great Christmas gift for any horse lover.
Knot-a-Tail’s horsehair bracelets

For even more wonderful whinny’,

Visit us at Knot-A-Tail Where your Passion continues!

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For The First Time Shared by: Andi Harmon.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Yesterday, for the first time, I was too tired to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown
Yesterday, for the first time, I heard someone say my barn was too shabby
Yesterday, for the first time, I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I realized I was old
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to face that I could no longer keep up
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to let go of my dreams
Yesterday, for the first time, I felt my heart break
Yesterday, for the first time, I turned my back on my friend
Yesterday, for the first time, I knew I was done

Today, for the last time, I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
Today, for the last time, I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn’t bang my mare’s sides
Today, for the last time, I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh
Today, for the last time, I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn’t hit her teeth
Today, for the last time, I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride
Today, for the last time, I buried my head in her soft, warm neck
Today, for the last time, I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat
Today, for the last time, I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch
Today, for the last time, I tracked hay and horse hair into my house
Today, for the last time, I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes
Today, for the first time, I cried after my ride
Today, for the first time, I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack
Today, for the first time, I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye
Today, for the first time, I waited for the new owner’s trailer to arrive
Today, for the first time, I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill
Today, for the first time, I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves
Today, for the first time, I had no hay in my hair
Today, for the first time, I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door
Today, for the first time, I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered
Today, for the first time, I had no one to check on before going to bed

Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t have to buy hay
Tomorrow, for the first time, I can stay in bed longer
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t see the poop pile grow
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t be able to fly on four legs
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be sorry I listened
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will regret letting her go
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at God
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at myself
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will cry the day away
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be glad to die

Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will awaken in tears
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will know I was wrong
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will defy all the judgment
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will ignore my old bones
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will return the buyer’s check
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will bring my friend home
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will take my boots out of the box
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will be reborn

For the rest of my life, I will have a horse in my yard
For the rest of my life, I will ignore the cruel judging
For the rest of my life, I will watch the poop pile grow
For the rest of my life, I will have hay in my hair
For the rest of my life, I will track mud in my house
For the rest of my life, I will bury my face in her soft neck
For the rest of my life, I will let my soul fly

For the rest of my life, I will never be alone

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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

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
CEO
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The last ranch

I found this last night on Facebook and it reminded me that lately I have not felt like a very good friend.

“Someone in your friend’s list is going thru a really tough time, losing a loved one, making a tough decision, having major surgery, starting a new job, losing their job, or just feeling all alone. If you see them today give them a hug and let them know you care. If you don’t see them, stop and think about them for a minute and wish them well.”

Taking a moment just to share a hug, a cup of coffee or a meal is what should be in the heart and soul for all of us.

Lets  say a horse needed help.   I know that everyone who will ever read this, would help in a second.  My question is, should our friends that need help deserve any less.

A few years back, one of our horse neighbors, a man who raised quality Belgians,  walked out to the back forty of his property and never came back.  He left his wife a note saying he could just not deal with life any longer.   Sometimes, life can just be harder for a friend, a neighbor, or another horse lover then we can ever imagine.

It is something about the life of a Cowgirl or Cowboy that says we should  not complain, that someone else always has it worse.

I just  found out that a great friend  recently had lost their ranch.  The couple  worked their entire life for endless hours at a time,  they  raised their family, worked cattle for nearly 50 years, and now everything is gone but a few head of horses.   I feel as if I should have known.

I should have been ready with some extra hugs, a  big smile and a shoulder if she needed one.

This life is simple,  check on your horse, then check on your family and  friends. Most of all,  share a whinny to anybody that needs one,  no matter what.

I do mean no matter what.

Over the years, I  have been  ran over, hurt: a broken leg, a  broken foot, two broken ankles at the same time  and a broken wrist all  from horses.  I have been  bruised, step on and  bit.  In fact. I was pick off the ground when a stallion bit me between the shoulder blades.

I have  had my pants  ripped off my body with blood pouring down  leg as a green horse tried to see if he could unload me on the nearest  fence post.   I have been up-side down and turned backwards, dumped in a river and went for a swim.   I have had a horse run over a skunk and been pissed on a couple of times.  But the truth of the matter is, I never take any  of that  personally.

In fact, most of  horse lovers wear our horse stories as a code of honor and we keep coming back for more.

Here is another fact, most people, who piss you off, our just hurting themselves and sometimes, they just do not know any other way  to express all the heaped up  pain.  Their pile of manure is just too overwhelming to move anymore.

So for today, no matter what,  share  a hug, a smile or a laugh, even if that Cowboy you know says they don’t need one.  Just head for the barn and check on them anyway.

After all, it is the Cowboy way, care for the  entire herd, no matter what.

Most important, remember to  share the whinny.  Besides, with just the herd of horses your own, there is an infinite  supply.
……………………………..Change a life and “Share “ 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
Knot-A-Tail

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