Last week we were featured in our local paper! Click the link below to read more!
Due to the help of some AMAZING volunteers, we were able to clean out one side of the workshop and convert it into a tack room.
We are so excited to be able to have a better place to store our tack out of the dust!
We bought these great storage units off of Amazon.
Then we reinforced the back of the right side of the unit with a 2x10 (on the outside) which we attached these three saddle stands to.
When Otis appeared on a fellow rescuer’s wall, I knew I had to rescue him. I had never rescued before and cannot define what it was other than the soulful look of him that made me want him. When I arrived at the kill buyer’s lot, he was in a small round pen standing in mud, he looked so sad, so lost, so without hope. Next to him was a large grey gelding painfully thin. So covered in filth it was nearly impossible to imagine what he would look like cleaned up. The man informed me that he was Otis’ buddy. I was skeptical at first, but when we led Otis from the pen, Smokey began screaming. Yes, screaming. I’ve never before or since heard a horse scream, nor do I want to. I approached the man about taking both of them. He replied “He’s worth $.41 per lb for slaughter. Pay it or leave. They are just money to me.”
Grief seems to have been a constant companion of mine, often stuffed behind a smile and frequently hidden by my tough girl side. Until Sunny came into my life grief had threatened to overwhelm me. I felt much like Job wanting to scream “Listen closely to what I am saying. You can console me by listening to me.” (Job 21:2 NLT)
Grief had finally compounded upon grief and I was at my wits end because unresolved grief seeks to destroy ones soul. It is in my opinion one of Satan’s most effective tools. For it is in the darkness of our grief that our soul loses hope and forgets that “joy comes in the morning.” And it took Sunny to brighten my days. She was in desperate need when she arrived - not having been respected for her gentle and teachable nature, sold to a kill buyer pregnant and ready to foal, foaling in the filth of the feed lot, herded into a trailer. She had no idea her ransom had been paid.
Did you enjoy the sunshine this week? We sure did!
This week, I managed to cobble together this video from a variety of video sources. Trying desperately to get a nice picture of the daily routine of the ranch, I have tried two different pairs of "spy" glasses and finally resorted to taking video with my phone clipped to my chest. It's bumpy and never pointed quite where I want it, but there's something nice and candid about it, too.