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If you pull right into the gravel drive after morning meal, you will normally find Dexter at the fence line, ears punctured, soft brown eyes following your cars…

Walk any kind of barn aisle on a silent mid-day and you will listen to a language that does not count on words. A gelding's ear flicks, a mare sighs into a youn…

I remember the first time a family asked whether their eight-year-old, who loved animals but struggled with loud spaces and unpredictable routines, could join o…

I remember a Tuesday in late spring when a customer, a project supervisor named Elena, rolled into the barn car park 6 mins late, eyes lustrous, shoulders cuffe…

A mare named Willow taught me much more about safety than any kind of handbook on trauma treatment. She would not allow individuals to hurry her shoulder with a…

I first viewed a kid work out into silent beside a horse on a windy springtime mid-day. The arena tarpaulin flapped, a noise that normally sent him dashing for …

Mornings on the farm start before the gate opens. You can listen to the soft shuffle of hooves in the sand, ingests tracing arcs in the rafters, and the type of…

On clouded spring early mornings in Dexter, the barns awaken prior to the coffeehouse. You can hear the soft chink of lead ropes, a mare's low nicker, boots gri…