Surprised Me

I have not been here enough this year. For some odd reason,  my horse got dropped off on my door step in the middle of town. That was a shock for all of us at our house, it's a good thing I still had horse fence and gates around, they came in handy. 

 My cousins husband is a little strange, to my face he acted like taking care of my mare was no problem. Then dumps her on my door step.

 We were suppose to be able to ask for a permit to keep farm animals in our yard, in town, if we have enough room, which I do, so I ran up to the Health Department and put in my app. for a permit.

 Low and behold of course they will not give out permits for that anymore. We can own property but CAN NOT have anything we want on it. 

I explained to him that she (my last horse) got dumped in my yard. He so graciously gave me a whole week to get her out of my yard.  I tried all week long diligently to find her a new place. At that time, there really was not many places around here that rent out stalls. 

This horse was kinda a basket case when I first bought her. Her name was even Flippa. She spooked all the time, about anything, but she would spook in place. Thats why I bought her.  We call her Flicka

She shocked me so much during that week, I was under the impression since I do not get to spend much time with her, that she was a little spooky.  Boy has she fooled me, she is the perfect horse now. She was a lady all week long in my back yard.

Now for the rest of the story.  Not even 5 days later, (remember the Health Dept. gave me a week, I thought that was 7 days )  I had the health dept., the cops,  and the Humane Society at my door. I had just found her a place to live and had planned on moving her the next morn.  My daughter the one leading the horse went out first to tell them that we had planned on moving her the next morn.

 The Humane Society was threatening to take her and my daughter was throwing a major fit. I suppose that is why the police were there.  As you can see there is nothing wrong with the mares  health. I finally made it out calmed everyone down. Explained to them all, that I was planning on moving her the next day. They of course, said, (that if we did not get her out of there by then that they would have to help me get a place for her to stay and monitor her). We moved our mare the next day to a nice Amish mans house, Him and his kids take excellent care of her and lots of others along with their own. 

That was what happened at the beginning of my summer. Since then I  have had 2 more grandsons and another one on the way. Making my total of grandchildren 8 very soon. I have been very busy taking care of them this year. It is calming down now and Soon I hope to remember lots more horse stories from my past.  So,  keep checking back, and tell all of your horsey friends. 

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The Race

Flicka turned out to be a very good pony. I kept her at a local stable. It was probably about 3 miles to my house. I use to ride her to town quite often. I would ride her into my house just to spend time with her and do something different. When I rode her to town lots of younger children would stop me, to pet and ride the pony. I really enjoyed sharing her with everyone, she was such a good little pony. I always let them pet her. I was afraid to let them ride, I did not want any little ones to get hurt.

There is one particular day I remember the most. I had taken Flicka to Nancy's house a few blocks away from my house. On my way home one of the boys I went to school with rode up on his new bicycle. 

All you girls know what happened next. Yes, he started,  Bragging about his new bicycle ," my new bike is faster than your pony, I'll race you". I knew my pony was faster than his bike but he kept at me. "come on race me" "chicken". Come on race me". Well being the competitive, daredevil young lady I am I jumped right on it.

We went running down the street as fast as we could go. This is the part where you need to pay close attention. 

I was on the left, he was on the left, Paying attention ? Remember I was about 13 years old. Flicka is my first pony.

Flicka and I were running fast as we could down the middle of my street Then I seen my house, we got to the front of my house with Flicka in the lead, I turned Flicka towards my house, which was on the right. Flicka, poor baby, ran into his new bike, jumped up high in the air just (trying to miss that bicycle). Like a rodeo horse, kicked out at the bike, and  went running into the back yard. I went flying over her shoulders rolled smack into the big walnut tree in front of my house.

Oh, my gosh my head hurt so bad I could barely get up. The neighbors went after Flicka, she was in the back yard, eating grass of course. 

They carefully walked me over to set on my porch. Well Flicka was fine but Larry's bicycle well that was a different story. It was not even rideable. Flicka broke the spokes out, and bent the rim, lol. So much for that new bicycle.

Lesson for the day. Remember everyone, I was only about 13 years old,  with little to no horse experience. As I set there in total disbelief and in shock. I finally figured out just what happened.

Guess What? *** Horses and ponies they turn much, much faster than bicycles. 

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Pony Tag

My pony Flicka


I lived in town and had to stable my pony at a local farmers house. There was several kids with horses and ponies. There was the big front barn with about 5 stalls, a back barn with two pretty big stalls and a small orchard with a little shed.

There were plenty of us kids to go around, if you were there and did not have a pony we would fix you right up. I talked my mom and dad into buying a few more ponies, after I bought Flicka. That way I could sell them to my friends and family. We use to play pony tag. I don't know if it is a real game these days but it was a game all us kids made up. We had a blast chasing each other around and tagging each other on our ponies. Playing pony tag is probably how I learnt to stay on my wild little pony Flicka.

Flicka could turn on a dime, run like the wind and had super brakes. When I first started riding her I would fall off almost every time I stopped her. I never blamed her though because it was me that didn't know how to stop properly. I was and still am a very stubborn girl, I would get up and get right back on. I did not even know I was suppose to do that to keep Flicka from learning bad habits. I won all the races even with the big horses. If I knew then what I know now I could have made some money on that sweet little pony Flicka. I was too young my mom and dad never had horses. I had to teach myself everything.