Category: Mustang rescue project
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Hay Thief Caught In The Act! Or maybe just a lonely horsey?
Cheryl heard some bumping around in the barn and looked over her loft edge to see what was going on. Honey and BaeBee were where they belonged in their stalls, but Cheryl couldn’t see Mairsiedotes anywhere. Upon further investigation, this is what Cheryl saw: Mairsiedotes had managed to lay down with her head under the…
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Horsey emergency at 3am!
Cheryl came into my room at 3am this morning saying something was wrong with Mairsiedotes. She was stuck under the stall wall between her stall and Honey’s and couldn’t get out. I knew there was a gap there of about a foot high but I didn’t think any of the horses would get stuck there…
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For Cheryl
Cheryl loving Mairsiedotes. Posting these two photos for Cheryl. They are almost identical. Can you tell the difference?
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Studying With The Horses
On sunny days like today we often hang out with the horses. Here I find Cheryl studying for her classes right next to the horses. They like to stand as close as they can to us when we are out side with them as these photos show. Of course, they’re probably hoping for a handout…
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Our Mustang Rescue Project : Part 9 – She is So Smart!
This morning, Cheryl went out to check on Princess Mairsiedotes, and found her in the gated stall, the stall she is not supposed to go into. The stall that holds all the hay, grain in a closed barrel, tack, etc. She looked up from munching on the open bale of hay as if to say,…
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Our Mustang Rescue Project : Run In With "The Law"
Everything was going well until “The Man” sashayed into our back yard, clipboard in hand, taking us by surprise. I knew immediately he was some kind of “inspector” coming to check on some neighbor’s complaint. “Is this thing under 200 square feet?” He bellowed. “It’s 12 x 24 feet,” my sister Cheryl answered defensively. “You…
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Our Mustang Rescue Project : Run In With “The Law”
Everything was going well until “The Man” sashayed into our back yard, clipboard in hand, taking us by surprise. I knew immediately he was some kind of “inspector” coming to check on some neighbor’s complaint. “Is this thing under 200 square feet?” He bellowed. “It’s 12 x 24 feet,” my sister Cheryl answered defensively. “You…