It’s May 1st. It’s 5:30am on the West Coast and the birds are chirping. Springtime has arrived.
This time last spring, I was fostering 2 brand new foals. I’d spent the winter bottle feeding 4 teeny kittens and went right into the spring of mixing milk buckets for these new foals. I’ll never forget hitching up the trailer and driving to the barn that rescued foals from the tri-state area. I wanted to take them all, but the woman assured me that they were all spoken for and would have homes within the week.
I collected my precious two little foals, loaded them up and carefully drove back home. They were so tiny I could almost lift them. My Great Dane, Scarlett was only a little smaller than those two, sad little foals. But I gave them lots of love, treats, and care. I sang to them, brushed them, hugged + kissed them.
The kittens I’d bottle fed that past winter grew big and strong. The foals are happy, fat, and naughty…and continuing to grow. Happily munching on the new grass nibbles that I’d planted for them in the rain.
I took these photos last summer when they were a bit bigger and had the strength to frolic.
Look at those whiskers!
I recently saw this quote online and I’ve never hear words more true. “Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy horses…and that’s pretty much the same thing.”
“There is something about jumping a horse over a fence. Something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it’s the risk, the gamble. In any event, it’s a thing I need.” – William Faulkner
My life wouldn’t be complete without horses. I never lost my childhood love for them. Wherever I’ve been in the world, I’ve missed my four-legged furry friends. A pain, deep down that nothing will fix, but a kiss on the soft spot of my horse’s nose. Somehow, I knew everything would be ok as soon as I was home again and could dash to the barn, hear the horse sounds and pat one of their furry necks.
Springtime will always remind me of those teeny foals and how much I love them, but everything reminds me of horses.