Our singing horse, Poncho

Poncho is older than Chief but we didn't have any photos of him when we wanted to post last week! What a shame not to realize that my favorite horse had been neglected in the photo op category. Sunday, June 29th, 2008, is when this photo was taken, after all the horses had been rolling in their dust spot. So, this isn't a very good picture, color-wise, but it sure shows his character. Poncho is the only horse that really appreciates being fed. He sings! How can you not love that? The other horses just start gobbling away while Poncho says thank you, thank you and thank you over and over. What a hoot! Poncho is 19 years old. In the pecking order of horses, he is the lowest on the totem pole. Probably another reason I like him so much; I'm partial toward underdogs.

Chief, our first horse purchase

WoW! It has been 8 years since we first purchased a horse. Chief was my first riding horse. I am a green rider and he treated me well. When we moved from town to the boondocks in 2001 Chief didn't look like he was going to make it. He went down to skin and bones. We couldn't figure it out. Anyhow, he pulled out of it and is now romping the mountain side as if he was a young 10 year old (as he was in this photo) instead of 18 years old (I'll need to get an updated photo of him inserted next week). It is good to have memories with horses in them.

The mighty mare, mamma to Jigs

Nattie is the second oldest in our small herd of horses. In this photo she is almost 12 months pregnant with Jigs. She is a mighty horse because she put up with a lot to have Jigs and came out of the birthing process healthy and strong. Nattie is 22 years old. Her name comes from our shortened version of "she's a Natural". She is a fantastic mother. Allowing us to do whatever we want with her foals. She loves to be groomed, have her belly scratched and udders cleaned.

Our oldest horse

Finn was given to us by some folks who moved out of our area. We are so happy to have Finn. He really picks his feet up and has worked in the back country with Forest Service employees. He seems to like females better. Whenever we have to catch him for his hoof trimming it takes a girl a lot less time to do it. I believe he is learning he is being caught to be loved and attended to, rather than to go to work. He will figure out soon that being caught doesn't necessarily mean being worked. Check out his photo.

Introducing ourselves

Hello and welcome to Your Free Horse!!!
The next few days will be a learning experience as we navigate through how to be a blogger and how to post things, especially photos and video and lots of interesting imaging.
Thanks for taking us along for a smooth ride through the mountains and valleys of internet blogging!
Hip, Hip hooray we are on our way............