Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Horse rescue on the farm


A moment there on the hill earlier. . .

Brushing Rowan, Blake looking over my shoulder wondering if she was next. . .

I held Rowan's little nose, a nose cover in scabs and bleeding a little over a month ago. . . 

and I had to leave the hill and come down here. . .

Stop it, soul. . .

They are not mine and those moments are not for me but for their people out there searching for each of them, even if they do not yet know it. . .to give them a happily ever after. If I have too many of those moments, letting them go is too hard, and let go, I must ALWAYS do.

I'm a halfway house, and so that others have a chance, that is all I will ever be to these horses. . .



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LUCAS FARM

Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds. For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered. The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field. And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens

- Proverbs 27:23-27




"I know of no pursuit in which more real and important services can be rendered to any country than by improving its agriculture, its breed of useful animals, and other branches of a husbandman's cares."

- George Washington