Me and My Horses

Story: Horse On the Run: Part 1

Starlight (Darcy)

Sunny

"Hi! My name is Darcy, my old name used to be Starlight, but that is in the past. I'm a night black Arabian mare. My story started in a great home, until I got sold at the age of three. So let's skip ahead to where I say the story starts, on an icy, windy cold day, where my new awful owner was trying to ride me in the indoor arena.

               "Starlight! Put your head down! I'm going to ride you whether you like it or not!" My master jerked my halter, which made me rear, terrified. "Now!" He jerked my head down again and thrust an icy cold bit in my mouth. I looked around me for an escape, but there was only the white-washed walls surrounding me. He threw my saddle on roughly, which of course, I bucked. Then the tightened he girth way to tight and mounted, kicking me in the sides. I bolted, then he jerked on the reins, what did this man want me to do? Stop or go?

               When he returned me back to the stall an hour later I was covered in sweat, and shaking with cold. Then I heard a voice in the stall next to me said, "You really don't like that man, do you? So why are you so kind to him? I've only been here a day, and I know I don't like him."I threw my head, startled, "Who are you and when did you get here? You certainly weren't here this morning." I turned and stared over the stable barrier, and saw this cute little strawberry roan gelding, glaring up at me. I almost laughed. "I'm Sunny, and I came from another mean home, but before, I was wild." The horse named Sunny said. "Wild?" I stared a Sunny. "Yeah, and this place is a mud puddle compared to the wild. Man I just want to kick that..." Sunny kept on talking and I thought, what a fiery little mustang, huh, well he sure has spunk, "hey are you listening to me?" Sunny asked, horses around here just don't care for a good conversation, Sunny said to himself. "Sorry, but I was just wondering what YOU were going to go to help us escape. There really isn't a chance of escape anyway, I'm always in my stall!" I said, exasperated. "Welllll, when do you want to escape?" Sunny asked, curiously. "As soon as possible!" I snorted. "Then where does the man go around now?" I shook my head, what difference did it make where the man was? "He rides the other horses, training them." "Well, then, let's leave right now!" Sunny said, "Hey, watch this!" Sunny said, then he lipped the bolt of his stall. Suddenly he pushed the gate open and was free! "How did you do that!?" I cried, surprised. "I learned how." Sunny said simply. "Now let's go!" He had lipped my gate open and now I pushed the gate open, free! Then I just stood there, not knowing what to go, until I heard the man yelling, "Hey! What are you doing out! Get back here!" Then I started trotting away. "Darcy! Run!!!!" Sunny screamed next o me, then we both bolted across the field and toward the woods. We had escaped! We galloped together in the dusk, me not knowing what I was heading into.

               When we finally slowed down it was pitch black outside. I thought back and suddenly asked, "Hey, did you call me Darcy?"

Life with Horses

I've decided to sort of star over with this blog, it will be even more horsey-er and more fact and learning stuff than ever! Enjoy! 😁

Breed Profile: Akhal Teke

Akhal Teke have a reputation for speed and endurance, intelligence, and a distinctive metallic sheen. The shiny coat of palominos and buckskins led to their nickname "Golden Horses".These horses are adapted to severe climatic conditions and are thought to be one of the oldest existing horse breeds.There are currently about 6,600 Akhal-Tekes in the world, mostly in Turkmenistan and Russia, although they are also found throughout Europe and North America. Akhal was the name of the line of oases along the north slope of the Kopet Dag mountains. It was inhabited by the Tekke tribe of Turkomans. 

The Akhal-Teke typically stands between 14.2 and 16 hands (58 and 64 inches, 147 and 163 cm). These horses are well known for those individuals who have a golden buckskin or palomino color, a result of the cream gene, a dilution gene that also produces the perlino and cremello colors. A number of other colors are recognized, including bay, black, chestnut, and grey. Aficionados of the breed claim that the color pattern served as camouflage in the desert. Many Akhal-Tekes have a natural metallic sheen to their coat, particularly noticeable in those with cream gene colors. Akhal-Tekes are not thought to carry the dun gene or roan gene. The Akhal-Teke has a refined head with predominantly a straight or slightly convex profile, and long ears. It can also have almond-shaped or "hooded" eyes. The mane and tail are usually sparse. The long back is lightly muscled, and is coupled to a flat croup and long, upright neck. The Akhal-Teke possess sloping shoulders and thin skin. The breed is tough and resilient, having adapted to the harshness of Turkmenistan lands, where horses must live without much food or water. This has also made the horses good for sport. The breed is known for its endurance.

Best Horse Photos

I love Horses! Here are some really cool horse pictures off the web

You can see a lot more here:

https://www.pinterest.com/hoofbeats1000/

on, cute horses, cool horses, and beautiful horses.

Equine Collage

These are really fun to make, and all you need is paper, horse magazines, glue, and scissors!

You can hang them up on your wall or door.

Look for woords and letters that you can string together to make up your thoughts and feelings about horses, get creative!

Snail's Pace

Here is a puzzle for you all to figure out, answer is on the bottom, but don't peek until you've given up, or think you know the answer!

Ever since Roy and Dale signed on at the Friendly Dude Ranch, the two cowboys have been in constant competition. For their next day off, they've planned a race to the river to decide who has the better horse. Frank, the foreman, who's had just about enough of the cowboy's bickering, decides to teach them a lesson.

"Okay", says Frank, "you can race, but the one whose horse takes longer to reach the river wins!"

  Not wanting to turn down a challenge, Roy and Dale agree, but since neither wants to cross the finish line first, they spend the whole day aimlessly wandering around in circles to avoid it.

  Long after dinner time, the cowboys, no closer to the river than when they started, cross paths and admit they're tired of this contest but don't know how to end it. The ranch cook just happens to be passing by and offers them a solution. Within seconds Roy and Dale are racing as fast as they can to the river. What did the cook say?

He said to switch horses