Rocking Horse Ranch

“How much weight can a horse carry?

In my experience, a horse can carry an infinite amount.

They can carry the weight of broken hearts, broken homes, and broken bodies. Countless tears sometimes comb their tangled manes. Moments when parents and friends cannot be there to help and hold a person, horses embrace and empower. They carry physical, mental, and emotional handicaps. They carry hopes and dreams; and they will carry the stress from your day when you can't carry it anymore.

They carry graduations, they carry new careers, they carry moves away from everything familiar, they carry marriages, they carry divorces, they carry funerals, they carry babys before they are born, and sometimes they carry the mothers who cannot carry their own baby. They carry mistakes, they carry joy, they carry the good and they carry the bad. They carry drugs and addictions, but they also carry the celebrations.

They will carry you to success when all you have felt is failure. They will carry you, never knowing the weight of your burdens and triumphs.

If you let them, they will carry you through life, and life is hard, life is heavy. But a horse will make you feel weightless under it all.”

-Written by Sara Huffman

Photo credit: https://www.facebook.com/DorotaKudybaArt/photos

Good night, God Bless. 🙏🏻💖

So... the rain strikes again! I keep telling myself we need the rain, but I am so sad to postpone yet another event. Our Meet & Greet Openhouse for Sat 25th has been cancelled but we will have more great opportunities in the future. Stay tuned!

So true 😂

So true!

100%

MY LITTLE FARM ❤
“Farm work doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you anything. It reveals you.
There’s gym strong and then there’s farm strong. They’re mutually exclusive. The toughest women you’ll ever meet spend their days on a farm.
There are more uses for twine than you can possibly imagine. You can tie up a hole in a slow feeder, fashion a tail strap for a horse’s blanket, mend a broken fence and use it as a belt.
“Well that certainly didn’t go as planned,” is one thing you’ll say quite a bit.
Control is a mere illusion. The thought that you have any, at any given time, is utterly false.
Sometimes sleep is a luxury. So are lunch and dinner. And brushing your hair.
If you’ve never felt your obliques contract, then you’ve never tried stopping an overly full wheelbarrow of horse manure from tipping over sideways. Trust me, you’ll find muscles that you never knew existed on the human skeleton to prevent this from happening.
When one of the animals is ill, you’ll go to heroic lengths to minimize their discomfort.
Their needs come first. In summer heat and coldest winter days. Clean water, clean bed, and plenty of feed. Before you have your first meal, they all eat.
When you lose one of them, even though you know that day is inevitable, you still feel sadness, angst and emotional pain from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And it’s a heaviness that lingers even though you must regroup and press on.
You’ll cry a lot. But you’ll never live more fully. You’ll remain present no matter what because you must. There is no other option.
You’ll ask for so many miracles and hold out hope until the very last.
You will, at least once, face-plant in the manure pile. You’ll find yourself saying things like, “we have maybe twenty minutes of daylight left to git ‘er done” whilst gazing up at a nonspecific place in the sky.
You’ll become weirdly obsessive about the weather.
You’ll go out in public wearing filthy clothes and smelling of dirt, sweat and p**p. People will look at you sideways and krinkle their noses but you won’t care.
Your entire day can derail within ten seconds of the rising sun.
You can wash your coveralls. They won’t look any cleaner, but they will smell much nicer.
Farm work is difficult in its simplicity.
You’ll always notice just how beautiful sunrises and sunsets really are.
Should you ever have the opportunity to work on a farm, take the chance! You will never do anything more satisfying in your entire life.”

Let me introduce you to Max! He is an 18 year old, 16hh gelding that was given up by his family because they "outgrew" him. He is just as sweet as can be but so sad and depressed. His papers say he came from Okalahoma through a couple of auctions before landing in the kill lot in. He is still very skinny and weak but he has a good appetite and just enough life in him to not quit. I can't wait to post pictures as we see him return to health. Right now we are just busy getting everyone settled in, but at some point when I have a moment we will need some monthly sponsors to help care for this boy. Huge thanks to Emily at Lone Star for keeping him off the kill truck and getting him strong enough to travel, as well as to our donors who posted bail and transport to get him here

Everyone who has ever helped me out can attest to this!!!

Lanya said the c**t is going strong! And thank you for the donations sent in to help him out! Usually we are so busy fundraising for our own rescues... sometimes it's really nice to be able to give support for the efforts of others as well

We are having a small rain storm….

Lanya said "the pics don't even convey how skinny he is - literally skin over bone with 3 inches of hair". He is hanging in there though. Also, thanks for prayers and donations

True story, I’ve learnt to live with the mess 😂😂

A rescue friend is on her way to pick up this poor little baby. We have sent a little money to help and will do more as we can. She is an amazing horse person so if anyone can help him, she can. I just will never be able to wrap my head around how people can do this.
Prayers for this guy appreciated!
Update: He made the trailer ride and is being seen by the vet!