Boots crunch in the leaves signaling the start of a new day’s work. Maria is the owner of the New Day Ranch, a sanctuary for horses of all kinds. She wakes up every morning at the crack of dawn to tend to the dozen horses that reside at the Ranch.
It is almost winter and she wanted the horses to enjoy the time they had outside before it would snow. Maria opened up the stables to let the horses out into the pasture accompanied by her two dogs Max and Twilly. She pulled them by the bridle, two at a time until the six that slept inside were freed into the fenced in fields. Max and Twilly ran out with them barking as they chased each other through the leaves.
Maria idly walked along the wooden fence until something odd caught her eye. At first she though a whole section of fence was missing towards the far end but she knew that that couldn’t be the case. Mildly concerned she walked up to the gap and saw that one of the boards had been kicked over. She picked it up, the wood soaking wet. Maria put the board back into place when she realized there was blood on it; her hands were covered in it. Afraid she looked around for her horses. In the fields there were two stallions, six mares, a colt, and two foals. After making a head count she realized one of her mares is missing, a Cleveland Bay named Aida.
She climbed over the fixed fence and ran by the tree line, hoping Aida didn’t stray too far. Not having any luck she whistled for her dogs to come along and the two collies came running. With her dogs she traveled into the woods, Twilly walking farther ahead her paws making perfect impressions in the mud. It was easy for them to run through the mud and leap over roots and branches but for Maria it was a struggle. After several min...
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...move forward. The mare’s ears lay back against her head and she roared with aggression and fear as she tried to kick her way out. Chris stroked her neck to try and calm her down.
Trying again Maria pulled on the rope and Chris tried to motivate her to climb out. He managed to dig out both her back legs seeing a large scrape that she received from hopping the fence. “Come on girl.” Chris coached and the mare, with a burst of energy, kicked her way free. The dogs barked and Maria did her best to hoist the two up from the muck. They were both relieved to finally free Aida. Chris gave the mare a carrot and helped Maria wipe the mud off of her. After wards Maria tossed a blanket on the horse’s back and walked her home.
The two walked her to the stables, cleaned her up, and mended the cut on her leg, the frightened mare now warm and safe from her horrifying ordeal.
She then moves on to describe each of the characters, and in doing so, their surroundings and how they fit in: "He was cold and wet, and the best part of the day had been used up anyway. He wiped his hands on the grass and let the pinto horse take him toward home. There was little enough comfort there. The house crouched dumb and blind on the high bench in the rain. Jack's horse stood droop-necked and dismal inside the strand of rope fence, but there wasn't any smoke coming from the damned stove (28)."
e dress in our work clothes, loose and baggy as we slip on our boots, and stroll to the barn. Kim is tall and lean, but strict and firm and expects perfection. I recall many memories while in the horse barn, The taste and smells so violently invade your senses. You can taste the hay dust and smell the grain the moment you enter, slowly but surely I hear the sounds of pounding hooves running from the pasture just waiting for feeding time. The moment I see Kim grabs a halter, I suddenly can feel the tension in her voice and feel the aches in my hands. I slowly catch a horse and brought to Kim, " Go gets/got the Hoof Cleaning Hook and now. " I slowly grab and fight over the tools trying to find what tool is what. In the background, I hear " to hurry the Fuck up. "
She kept going back, again and again. She thought of clever plans that helped her trick the plantation owners. She would take the master horse for the first part of the journey. She would also leave on a Saturday night, since runaway notices couldn't be placed in newspapers until Monday morning. She would also carry a drug to use on a baby if crying might put them in danger.
It was a clear sunny day, spare the few clouds in the sky, the kind that children are so fond of pointing at and calling a dog or train, down the gravel driveway to the barn and house of Graystone stables. Up in their unseen perches, birds call out dutifully, whether they are asking for help or seeking a mate, their chirps and squawk all blend together to form a type of chorus. But every now and then a bird will quit the choir to seek the comforts of the grass. All of the birds were scared from the ground though when they heard the soft puts of a tractor passing by on its way to the barn. The rusted and dented John Deere tractor worked its way slowly to the barn, carrying in its front loader one black dog, panting happily at the prospect of
...-discovery which can help readers to have a better understanding of our purposes in life, along with a better understanding of ourselves. Harjo’s use of her culture and her feminist views ultimately leads to a better understanding of the horses in her life. Although the horses are different and contradict themselves, in the end the speaker loves the horses in her life all the same. Considering that every line in the stanzas begins with,“She had horses . . . ,” reinforces the speaker’s Native American identity, which Harjo wanted to continuously incorporate in her poem. Effectively labeling the horses as both loved and hated, the dichotomy between her emotions and experiences, and her reason for attempting to reconcile them, becomes clear. The speaker's life is made up of the various "horses" in her life and by uniting them, a whole sense of self can be accomplished.
Ovidiu found a horse that had been tied up. He did not know who owned the horse. He also did not know how long the horse had been tied up. However, Ovidiu knew that he had to free the horse. He called on Four Paws International for help. They gave the horse a tranquilizer and cut the chains from the horse.
“A horse can do anything you train it to do”, my dad used to say; indeed, it’s true. I had been training racing horses for a while now, but this horse and this race was something different. My horse suffered from a small ankle injury and was due to race in 3 weeks. To prepare him for this race, I took him to the vet to get checked, I fed and trained him every day and finally the day of the race, I put all my trust in him and waited for the outcome.
“Farmers restrict the amount of water given to the mares because the water dilutes the concentration of their urine, making it less profitable.” (Carmody). The farmers become strict when watering the mares, the most in a day they are allowed to be watered is two times. The mares were fed hay or straw, which provided nutrients, but also provided a measure of boredom relief. Mares were also fed grain or pellets. Once the mares reach their third or fourth month of pregnancy is when they are placed alone, fitted with a short rope or chain, harness, and a urine collection bag which crucially scrapes their legs, causing sores. The mares are described to be showing frustration, constantly pawing at the ground, kicking, or chewing the wooden partitions. The mares were miserable, due to their confinement and their advanced stage of pregnancy. When investigating the horses living quarters and checking on their harnesses and ropes, some horses would stand there, unbothered and quiet, while others would dance and get nervous when someone walked into their space. The odor in their barn was described to be horrendous, it was not the pleasant horsy smell everyone knows of, instead it was a sort of musky smell that permeated the air and held fast to everything it encountered. When the mares are placed in their concrete stalls, they do not get any form of protection from
Starting back from the time I was only four years old, I have endured many moments with horses that led to my decision to become an equine veterinarian. From caring for my pregnant Palomino horse after she was attacked by my American Bulldog, to having to euthanize my Appaloosa horse, witnessing multiple equine colic incidents, and having a Quarter horse with navicular disease. Even at the age of ten years old, I was waking up on my own at 5:30 AM just to feed my horses. After trekking all the way to the barn in the extreme cold and six inches of snow, I was happily greeted by Cody, my Appaloosa. In that one moment, the early morning responsibilities and freezing temperatures faded away, and were replaced with a refueled passion for veterinarian medicine.
Sliding the barn doors open, I step into a warm, comforting environment. Musty straw mingles with the sharp aroma of pine shavings, complementing each other. A warm glow from sporadically placed incandescent lightbulbs richens the leather tack, all cleaned and hanging ready for the day's use. From it wafts the smell of a new pair of shoes. The fruity essence of "Show Sheen", applied after yesterday's baths, still lingers in the air. Even the harsh stinging scent of urine and manure is welcome at this early morning hour. Breaking open a bale of hay, I sense the sweetness of the dried timothy as it engulfs my olfactory system, making me wish my queasy stomach had not made me skip breakfast. I am nervous, as are many others. I know that the day ahead will bring excitement, dread, triumph, and defeat. The unpredictable nature of horse shows causes frenzied questions, like salmon spawning, to run constantly though my mind. Will the judge like my own particular style? What if the red flowers bordering the first jump spook my horse? What if a piece of paper on the ground blows into the ring? Will this horse show be a success? The outcome depends not just on me; but a...
Michael was nervous beyond belief. He was about to try to ride one of the fastest animals on Earth. The noble horse. His dying mother’s last wish had been for him to be able to ride horses. His now widowed father had looked for the best riding academy in the United States of America. And here he was, in one of America’s best riding schools, renowned in all degrees, according to his dad’s iPad reviews list. His dad wasn’t very interested in Michael however. All he cared about was his work. But he was interested in his wife’s last wish. He even insisted on driving Michael to every one of his lessons in his Honda.
“ But somebody must go’ Tess replied. ‘It is late for the hives already. Swarming will soon be over for the year….” (Hardy 31). Tess decides to take charge for the family and she goes with her brother Abraham. “ I think I could go if Abraham could with me to kip company. “ (Hardy 31). On their journey the horse dies “ The pointed shaft of the cart had entered the breast of the unhappy Prince like a sword, and from the wound in his life’s blood was spouting in a stream, and falling with a hiss into the road.”(Hardy 35). The reason for the horse dying was from misleading the carriage and Tess and her brother falling asleep.” Tess awakes from the sleep into which she, too, had fallen.” (Hardy 35). The death of their white horse symbolizes and foreshadows further negative events that Tess will go through with white horses being
Gelfred cut the creature’s head and tied it to the back of his horse. “Let’s go,” he said.
The intense stares of people could be seen as we all walked up to the judging table. The only sounds heard, was the distant bleating of sheep, and the clucking of chickens. As I took a few deep breaths, I was now trembling. This was it. This was the Spring Livestock Show. My eyes slowly met those of my parents amongst the crowd. I felt my cheeks get hot, as if I had seen my crush. The judge finally reached my cage and said, “ Good Morning.” After realizing I had been spoken to, I roughly choked out, “ I’m Great.” He took my rabbit out of the cage, and continued to examine him. As my rabbit was placed back in the cage, I let out a sigh of relief, as I hoped for this all to be over.