EAGLES NEST RANCH

Treatment....

2011-12-02T20:04:00.001-08:00

Most cases of stringhalt are associated with nerve degeneration. The specific cause this degeneration is unclear, but it might be caused by ingestion of certain plants such as vetch and sweet peas, which contain compounds that damage peripheral nerves. Australian stringhalt commonly involves groups of horses and is thought to be caused by ingestion of flatweed (Hypochoeris radica). Trauma to the dorsal hock or dorsal metatarsal regions can also cause the abnormality by damaging nerves or causing adhesions to tendons.
Some cases of stringhalt may resolve without treatment, often requiring months. Affected horses should be removed from pasture and the pasture should be inspected for toxic plants known to cause stringhalt. Sedative medications may reduce anxiety and improve the condition. A surgical procedure, which involves removing a section of one of the tendons crossing the outer portion of the hock, will bring about improvement in some cases. The prognosis for recovery from stringhalt is guarded to fair; some horses never recover from the condition regardless of treatment.

More about Stringhalt

2011-12-02T20:00:00.001-08:00

Stringhalt is an abnormal gait that involves exaggerated flexion of one or both hock joints, resulting in a rapid elevation of the hind limb. The abnormality might be subtle--such as minor upward jerking of the hind leg, or so severe that the canon bone and fetlock are pulled violently against the horse's belly. Some severely affected horses have difficulty moving forward because of the over-flexion at every step. Signs could be exaggerated in nervous or agitated horses, or when they are backed. There is no breed or age predilection. Other syndromes that can cause somewhat similar gait abnormalities include shivers, fibrotic myopathy, intermittent upward fixation of the patella, and peripheral neuropathy (nerve degeneration) due to equine protozoal myelitis (EPM).

The Myster of Stringhalt

2011-12-02T19:57:00.000-08:00

Veterinarian Carolyn R. Simmelink explains what is behind a condition that makes it difficult for a horse to control his hind legs.

Question: My horse Bridget, a former jumper, was 18 years old when I bought her. Within two months, I learned she had stringhalt. I gradually put her back into work and was successful in doing Introductory Level dressage before she again became lame. I had her hocks injected and later elected to have surgery performed, but the problem returned. Can you tell me more about stringhalt?

Answer: Stringhalt is a rare lameness that causes a horse to lift his hind legs higher and more rapidly than usual when he's moving. One or both hind legs may be affected, and the lameness varies from mild (just a muscle spasm) to so severe that the horse actually kicks himself in the belly when he tries to move. Conditions that make any horse's gaits more animated, such as cold weather and competing, can exacerbate the signs. There does not seem to be pain involved with the lameness, yet it is difficult to ride a horse that cannot control the actions of his hind legs.

Veterinarians don't know what causes most cases of stringhalt. We do know that the nerve controlling the lateral digital extensor muscle probably is damaged. This muscle lies on the outside of the hind leg, just above the hock, so a kick to this area is the most likely culprit. For horses with bilateral stringhalt--both hind legs are affected--a more central location of nerve damage, either in the spinal cord or brain, is likely.

Treatment is surgical and involves removing a portion of the lateral digital extensor muscle and tendon to restore a more normal gait. Without the action of the lateral digital extensor muscle, the hind leg cannot be brought forward with as much force.

I suspect that in your mare's case, the primary lesion was in the spinal cord because her stringhalt was bilateral and she had no other behavior that would suggest a brain lesion. That also would explain why surgery brought only temporary relief. I could speculate that she had trauma to her spine from her former jumping career that predisposed her to arthritis in her spine and nerve damage to her back legs that happened to develop after you purchased her. The dressage work probably kept her flexible enough until the nerve damage became too severe for her to be ridden.

Stringhalt - What is it?

2011-12-02T19:50:00.000-08:00

Stringhalt is a myoclonic affliction of one or both hindlimbs seen as spasmodic overflexion of the joints. The etiology is unknown, but lesions of a peripheral neuropathy have been identified in the sciatic, peroneal, and tibial nerves. Severe forms of the condition have been attributed to lathyrism (sweet pea poisoning) in the USA and possibly to flat weed intoxication in Australia. Horses of any breed may be affected; it is rare in foals.

All degrees of hyperflexion are seen, from the mild, spasmodic lifting and grounding of the foot, to the extreme case in which the foot is drawn sharply up until it touches the belly and is then struck violently on the ground. In severe cases, there is atrophy of the lateral thigh muscles. In Australian stringhalt and lathyrism, the condition may be progressive, and the gait abnormality may become so severe that euthanasia is warranted.

Mild stringhalt may be intermittent. The signs are most obvious when the horse is sharply turned or backed. In some cases, the condition is seen only on the first few steps after moving the horse out of its stall. The signs are often less intense or even absent during warmer weather. Although it is regarded as unsoundness, stringhalt may not materially hinder the horse’s ability to work, except in severe cases when the constant concussion gives rise to secondary complications. The condition may also make the horse unsuitable for equestrian sports (eg, dressage).

Diagnosis is based on clinical signs but can be confirmed by electromyography. If the diagnosis is in doubt, the horse should be observed as it is backed out of the stall after hard work for 1-2 days. False stringhalt sometimes appears as a result of some temporary irritation to the lower pastern area or even a painful lesion in the foot. The occasional horse with momentary upward fixation of the patella may exhibit a stringhalt-like gait.

When intoxication is suspected, removal to another paddock may be all that is required. Many of these cases apparently recover spontaneously. In chronic cases, tenectomy of the lateral extensor of the digit, including removal of a portion of the muscle, has given best results. Improvement may not be evident until 2-3 wk after surgery. Prognosis after surgery is guarded—not all cases respond. This is not surprising because the condition is a distal axonopathy. Other methods of treatment include large doses of thiamine and phenytoin.

Buddy is here

2011-12-02T19:44:00.000-08:00

We are glad to get this old guy - but he does have some baggage. We think he has Stringhalt. We will post an article on this disease. We have agreed to give him some time to settle in and then try some holistic treatments. Perhaps some TLC and a few prayers will be all that is needed.

Awaiting "Buddy"

2011-11-28T08:36:00.000-08:00

This great guy was donated to the Ranch Rescue program. He is 20 years old and a real gentleman. He didn't really need rescueing as much as a retirement placeing. We are so grateful to his previous owners for the opportunity to get to know our second "Budinski".

"Peek A Boo"

2011-05-16T09:12:00.000-07:00

This friendly guy is our newest foal. He was born May 14, 2001.

New name - "Atlas"

2011-05-09T20:05:00.000-07:00

Hey There!

2011-05-03T17:31:00.000-07:00

Our newest foal - born May 3, 2011

An Old Friend Comes Home

2011-05-02T16:12:00.000-07:00

Sarge is a Purebred Arabian - he was born 08/23/89. He spent the last nine years with a wonderful young couple Kathy and Rory - they donated him to our Ranch ministry - the kids will love him!

Hey There

2011-04-30T17:37:00.000-07:00

This is "Maybelline" born April 30th 2011

A Look At Life From The Saddle

2011-04-29T16:03:00.000-07:00

NO HOUR OF LIFE IS WASTED THAT IS SPENT IN THE SADDLE
Winston Churchill

The view from atop a loyal horse reveals the expanse of life's terrain. A cowboy can survey the height of achievement and the depth of the hardship with a keen eye and a knowing heart. Surrounded by creation, immersed in solitude and bound by an unspoken code that shapes his honor, courage, strength and faith. Thank you Lord for allowing us to saddle up on this side of heaven.

Any Day Now

2011-04-29T11:46:00.000-07:00

We are waiting for Spring to come - any day now?
We are waiting for our foals to arrive - any day now?

However with all things pretaining to this life - good things are worth waiting for! In your time Lord, in your time.

That Fateful Day

2011-04-24T05:11:00.000-07:00

I was ridin' in from checkin' fence
It was gettin' sorta late
I decided to cross the ridge through the Aspen grove
A short cut to our gate

As the Bay brought me to the top
In the shadows I saw a man
He looked as if he was talkin'
By the way he moved his hands

Yet, he stood there all alone
His head pointed towards the sky
I reined the Bay up to a halt
And didn't pass him by

It was then, I realized it was Bill
An old cowhand from the ranch
I pulled the Bay up near a tree
And hid there behind a branch

In the silence I could hear him speak
I'll never forget what he had to say
Bill was talkin' man to man with God
These are the words I heard him say

Lord, he said, it's old Bill here
I know it's been quite awhile
I used to think that prayin'
Well, that prayin' just weren't my style

Somehow I've always had the notion
To pray you were askin' for favors and such
So I never got into the habit
I always seemed to have so much

Then the other day I got to thinkin'
How you've blessed me everyday
That even through the hardest times
You never once did stray

Yes Sir, you've stayed right here with me
Through all my 80 years
The words Bill were sayin'
They brought me near to tears Bill said, Lord, I haven't come to ask for favors
It's thanks I've come to say
For all the deeds you've done for me
And never once asked for pay

I, thank you Lord for this Aspen grove
For the blue up in the sky
The tall grass down in the meadow
The clear water that passes by
Thank you Lord for the mountains high
Their peaks covered a snowy white
For all the stars each night that shine
It's such a beautiful sight

The mustangs runnin' free on the range
The mavericks we gather in early spring
The Eagle soaring above my head
Lord, I thank you for everything

Thank you for all the good friends I've had
Through the years I've had quite a few
As I get older, I now understand
They were there because of you

Lord, I thank you most for my 80 years
And the few I have left to go
And Lord, thank you for lettin' me cowboy
I've truly loved it so

With that Bill mounted up, then headed off
Leavin' me...my eyes wide open to see
For until then I just took things for granted
That day...I came to believe

It's been nearly forty years now
Since Bill stood in that grove of trees
But, his words are still here with me
I hope they never leave

Like Bill, I too am so thankful
For oh so very much
And ever since that Fateful Day
Me and the Lord...we stay in touch

Woody Woodruff

2011-04-07T08:08:00.001-07:00

"I prefer to ride and think about God,

rather than sit in church,

thinking about riding".

End of the First Week Of Spring March 27, 2011

2011-03-27T08:03:00.001-07:00

To The Grandkids

2011-03-26T09:08:00.000-07:00

I'm just an old cowboy and in the saddle I love to sit. I don't have much polish,
but it’s been said, I've got lots of spit.
The good Lord has watched over us, and we can’t complain a bit about our life.
I've worked hard near every day, just like your grandma, my beloved wife.

Someday, I’ll light out for Heaven on high, but there’s no need to cry
For I'll be riding for my Lord Jesus, high in the sky.
There are no fences in Heaven, the range is free and wide.
And the grasslands are well-watered there, on the Other Side.

Now as you grow up don’t leave it up to chance
Give the heaven’s above more than just a pass’n glance
Smile lots and always do your chores.
And think often of the grace, God has promised could be yours.

Love ya always...

In Memory Of Herb Harfman

2011-03-26T08:23:00.000-07:00

It's not the end of the trail for me.
I'm just heading out to the light I see.
Beyond these mountains there's a soft glow;
It's getting brighter the closer I go.
It's like the beginning of a new day.
And the trail I'm followin' leads the way.

I feel sure there's friends and family ahead.
And they've set up camp on a brand new spread.
Yes, I can hear their voices callin my name,
Sayin, Welcome Herb, sure glad you came.
This new range is special, you'll like it here.
There's grass for your horses, the streams are clear.

The cattle are gentle, and never a stampede,
And in every direction there's plenty of feed..
If your're thinkin it sounds too good to be true,
It's not cause the Boss made a promise to you.
If you'd ride for his brand, be honest and square,
He'd relieve all your pain, and remove every care.

He was mighty pleased with your life on earth,
That you did your best, and proved your worth.
So step off your horse, and tied on up,
Your freinds are all waiting to pour you a cup.

How Many Horses Do You See?

2011-03-25T14:53:00.000-07:00

Thank God For Horses

2011-03-24T17:53:00.001-07:00

"Bud's Fan Club" 2007

2011-03-24T17:48:00.003-07:00

Yipppeee Ky Ahhh!

2011-03-24T17:45:00.000-07:00

James and the late "Budinskie" (2007)

Getting Ready for Phase Two

2011-03-22T09:39:00.000-07:00

This is a rough idea of what Cowboy Church is going to look like. The garage doors will be replaced by two front doors and picture windows. We are getting excited!

Galloping Away By Mercedez Meier (10)

2011-02-22T17:23:00.000-08:00

I believe I was born to ride. More specifically, horses are what I am talking about. I had my first horseback riding experience when I was just one year old. Unforgettably, It was on this older chocolate brown quarter horse named Bud, who loved to sip iced tea and eat black licorice. Undoubtedly, more often then not my mom would find me in my my favorite outfit, my cowgirl boots and my jean overalls, riding around on my plush, princess pony. I find horses so intriguing, exciting and majestic. Above all other animals they are definitely my favorite.

One would have to think I was born destined to be a horse fanatic as my favorite adult in the whole world is my Opa. Opa Brouwer owns a 160-acre ranch and for me it is almost a magical place. Filled with barns, hay, pastures and of course horses it has become like a second home to me. Opa and Oma own many horses and each one has their own distinct personally, my absolute favorite one was Bud. He was such a character. Unfortunately, last year Bud got cancer and was extremely old, for a horse, and he passed away. No doubt about it, it was because of the help of my Opa and that old stinker named Bud that I was able to begin ridding unassisted by the age of five. Of course by unassisted I mean, riding Bud while Bud just instinctively followed my Opa around and around the horse arena. Bud sure loved my Opa.

I know that as you grow up dreams come and go but the one for me that has held firm is my desire to run a horse ranch when I am old enough. I want to grow up to be just like my Opa. He is not only a fabulous rancher but he is also an amazing person. I hope to be able to learn and acquire more knowledge about horses and ranching so I can run the best possible ranch that I can. Right now my Opa has a horse named Sierra and he said when I am ready to start my own ranch he is going to give her to me! I am not old enough to bring this dream into reality yet but for now I will have to be satisfied with having my bedroom smothered in horse décor.

Drop By For A Coffee

2011-01-23T21:10:00.001-08:00

Careful What You Pray For

2011-01-22T14:09:00.000-08:00

I stood with rope in hand staring at the calf that had gotten out of its pen. My young daughter was watching and I so wanted to make a good impression, so I prayed, “God please let me rope this calf.”

I threw the rope and sure enough my first throw was right on target. I grinned toward the house where my daughter was watching out the window. Then suddenly I was pulled into reality by the now mad 600 pound calf on the run. I ran so fast I swear I could see the soles of my boots coming over my shoulders. Up the hill, and across the hill. Through the wild rose patch and across a few logs. This calf was going full tilt and me right behind. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. A cold sweat had broken out on my forehead. I lost my hat and footing all about the same time. I had to do something. I heard someone yelling for help, and thought man that sounds like my voice. Then I saw my answer, a lone pine tree. Surely I could wrap the rope now stretched out for 20 feet around this tree and stop that calf dead in its tracks. I had no idea as to the amount of centrifugal force the human body can stand.

The rope around the tree did not work! It only added to my forward momentum. What to do? What to do? Suddenly like the dawning of a new day I got an idea... let go of the rope!

No sooner had my hands released the white knuckle death grip, that I stopped safely. Exhausted, but safe. Through my sweat filled eyes I spotted the calf. She too had stopped.

She gave me a “I showed you” look, dropped her head and began to graze.

Being smarter than the animal class I inched toward the end of the rope, still attached to the calf. I gingerly reached for it and within a second I was on the run again! Much to my surprise I realized we were headed right for the barn. I grinned because this time I was ready. I now had experience.

At just the right moment I let go of the rope, slammed the gate and shouted “gottcha!” When I looked toward the house my daughter had left the window, apparently bored with my misadventure. I learned several things that day; first Pride goes before the fall. Second and perhaps the most important life skill is knowing when to hold on and when to let go, what to hold on to and what to release.

The Snubbing Post

2011-01-22T14:03:00.000-08:00

Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

When I come to Cowboy Church I often wear my cowboy hat. But to be honest wearing the hat feels a little uncomfortable.

Even though I’ve owned more than fifty horses and have ridden since I was a kid I feel like a fraud.

Especially when I hang out around real old-time cowboys like Art Harfman, Lincoln Blaine or Pat Headlen.

I often wish I’d grown up on a ranch. If I’d grown up punching cows, I’d have earned the right to wear this cowboy hat.

My past experiences hold me back from being comfortable in the present. I guess we all have some baggage. So I wear my cowboy hat to church but until then… it usually hangs on a peg.

A few years back I had an experience with a young horse that I will reflect on tonight. It was a warm spring day and went out to the pasture to catch up one of our three new horses. I had chosen that day to work with a little sorrel filly. We named her “Dilemma” when we brought her home from the Auction in Armstrong. There is something to say about being careful in your choice of names.

Dilemma wasn’t much to look at, just a skinny, wild-eyed three year old. We only paid $75.00 for her, but at times I was sure it was $74.50 too much. I slipped the halter over my shoulder, attempting to hide it with my arm as I walked toward the pasture, but the horses spotted it and galloped to the other side.

This was the hardest part of the job - trying to separate one of the skittish creatures in a five-acre field. If I’d grown up on a ranch, I would’ve learned to rope.

I chased after the animals, huffing and puffing as I zig and zagged. Sweat rolled down my back. One-by-one I let them out into the training area. Now I pushed them all back out until only Dilemma stood in the corner. Snorting, her eyes brimmed with fear. I looked at the ground, lowered my voice, and spoke slowly, “Good girl. You’re ok.” It took about twenty minutes and I finally got her into a 10 x 10 pen.

For the next half hour I’d take slow steps toward her, talking, watching her squirm, then taking a step back as I let her get used to me. She wanted no part of me. Her experience with us humans was limited to being separated from her herd, roped and penned, pushed into a trailer, shipped with a bunch of meat horses and dropped off at the auction.

My roping attempts just made her mad. So I gently pushed her into a corner where I had placed another panel to act as a squeeze. Slowly I brought the panel into place and squeezed her in so she could not hurt herself or me. As I touched her neck and shoulder her eyes were big and wide. Finally, she let me rub her neck with the rope. After a bit I placed the rope halter over her head and tied the knot. She stood like that for a bit. Hesitantly I released the squeeze and tried to lead her.

She wasn’t liking any of this. I took a deep breath and led her toward the round pen. She pulled back and swung her head back and forth. At that moment, I’d of paid someone to take herd improver of my hands. Changing my mind on the pen I tied her to the snubbing post.

Our snubbing post was, notice I said was? a five-foot-tall post firmly planted in the ground. An old inner tube acted as a give and take mechanism. Letting the post do it’s job I went for a coffee.

Suddenly she jumped straight into the air. She came down snorting and blowing, the whites of her eyes showing. I watched in shock. White flecks of foamed sweat flew in all directions.

Dilemma jumped forward and slammed into the snubbing post. It cracked. She hauled back again. Then she dug in with her hind legs, pulling backward. Her hind muscles tensed, the rope stretched—the inner tube strained to the max held tight—the rope halter tightened and then Crack! The snubbing post snapped, and the top of it whipped into Dilemma’s chest.

She swung around, the broken post, held fast by the inner tube and lead rope, slamming into her hindquarters. The dogs started barking and giving chase. The other horses in the pasture started running and bucking. What a zoo!

Dilemma in hysterics bolted down our mile long lane-way and turned on to an old logging road we called “Wood Cutter’s trail. She took that turn like she was rounding the last turn at the Kentucky Derby. Rocks and dust flying everywhere.

I ran to the pickup, got in, and fired it up. I followed that cloud of dust. Several miles later where the logging road had petered out in a bunch of Jack Pine there was Dilemma. White lather blanketed her from head to hoof. She stood calmly, munching grass. Next to her was the snubbing post, still securely tied to the rope.

She’d spooked because of her past experiences. The harder she ran from it, the harder the post beat her. When she quit running, she discovered that the post quit beating her. So instead of running from it, now she used it as a starting place.

Luke 9:62 No man, having put his hand to the plough and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.

As long as that horse’s mind set was back in the past she would be useless in the present. Tonight I’m taking Dilemma’s lesson to heart. I’m going to quit beating myself up with past experiences. I must learn that a person can focus so much on what did or didn’t happen in the past that it negatively affects your present state of being. Therefore I will proudly wear my cowboy hat even though I haven’t been raised on a ranch.

Each time I help a my old-time cowboy friends moving their cattle, I earn the right to wear my hat.

Each time I help Art with butchering or drive him crazy with questions about the cowboy lifestyle, I earn the right to think of myself as a cowboy.

I will use my past experiences to give me the leg up I need to ride confidently into this wilderness called life.

Philippians 3:13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,

A "?" mark blaze led to this guy being called "Quizz".

2010-10-16T18:13:00.000-07:00

About time for an update....

2010-10-16T18:04:00.000-07:00

Our riding arena is done - hooray! We have two stud colts left from this year's foal crop. Sulley is a Standard bred - Paint cross and Sawyer is a Paint Quarterhorse. I just weaned them and began halter breaking. So far? Way too easy. A friend popped in last week and we worked a few prospective "keepers". Freeway (Paint Quarterhorse 3 years old) was awesome and responded real good to the "Friendly Game". Ginger - well what can I say she's Ginger. Actually she ( a 6 year old Quarterhorse mare) is a real sweetie. A "big" sweetie.... she needs to lose a few pounds ... but don't tell her I said so. We also worked Gidget a rescue filly - she is a pretty incredible three year old Quarterhorse (jet black) - real quiet. And you know as I watched them in the areana I noticed they all have "kind eyes". You gotta love it when a plan comes together.

A Good Word

2010-04-07T10:34:00.000-07:00

Hi Ed and Judy,

It was nice talking to you tonight. I'm sending you some winter pictures of the girls. There not great but you can see how much alike they are.

Cola is not only a marvelous mom to her filly but to children as well. Her gentle nature has been instrumental in helping four children with varying degrees of Autism to have positive break throughs. She's has touched all those that meet her. However; our beginning was one of suspicion, distrust and distance. She would pin her ears while I haltered her and hesitantly comply. After weeks of gentle contact, persistence and patience she's become a different horse. Now, she helps other release from their mistrust and distance. I believe its safe to say she's become a friend of mine.

A parent offered $10,000 for her. Maybe I'm crazy but ...naaaaa to me she's priceless.*

Nova has the same gentleness and playfulness fillies and colts all have. She isn't shy with people and provokes giggles and smiles from children that were said couldn't show emotion. I'm a true believer of horse therapy. The proof is grazing in my pasture. Thanks Ed and Judy for finding this jewel

Any Day Now.....

2010-04-07T10:10:00.000-07:00

We are excited about the upcoming births. Jazz, Abbie and Classy are all due in two or three weeks. We don't have an exact date - foals seem to come when they are ready not just because the due date has arrived. We sold the Fall foals already so we are quite excited to have some "young'ns" around again.

2010-04-07T10:06:00.000-07:00

This is Chester. Unfortunately he is in "Witness Protection" so was unavailable for a photo. (just kidding) I will get a picture asap. He is a Quarterhorse/Thoroughbred. He is well broke and seems to have a wonderful personality. He works real well on the ground - imagine a horse with manners.... go figure.

2010-04-07T10:02:00.000-07:00

Oh the joy of having puppies. Here is Abbie a sweet little girl who was unfortunately with us but a short time. She was just coming into her own, and was run over by a vehicle on the ranch. I had to put her down, nothing else was possible for her injuries. I get reminded of her every other day or so, when I find things she snatched up and hid in various spots on the ranch. I have reclaimed, 14 pieces of binder twine, one hay knife, one garbage can lid, two recyclable water bottles, one pair of pliers.... shheeesch!

Sullie

2009-12-03T09:54:00.000-08:00

Gracie

2009-12-03T09:45:00.001-08:00

"Horses, Horses And More Horses"

2009-12-03T09:34:00.000-08:00

The picture above is of our new mare, "Ginger".

We have been very busy here on the ranch. We have placed eight horses and taken in two. Well at least the balance scales are leaning in the right direction. The price of hay this year is scary - no wonder so many folks are getting rid of their horses.

Unfortunately in times of economic uncertainty, horses seem to be the first effected negatively. We are trying to help as many of these horses as possible but I must tell you it is an expensive proposition.

An untrained horse older than 7 is worth very little on today's market. I mean even a "well" broke horse with good bloodlines, and papers barely pays for the stud fees.

Please pray for direction.

Goodbyes & Welcomes

2009-09-29T09:25:00.000-07:00

We sold Chief last week and are very pleased to report he is doing great with his new owners. Quiz also found a new home last week, and we trust he is doing well. Mr Bailey and Gibbs are next to go... perhaps this week-end.

I brought home a quarter horse mare (bomb proof) and am looking forward to chasing a few cows with her. Her name was Daisy and I know it is "bad" to change a horse's name - but her new handle is "Ginger".

Pictures are coming....

Almost Ready!

2009-09-29T09:24:00.000-07:00

We are almost ready to use our new riding arena. We have been working hard at building our 100x200 open riding arena.

2009-05-13T12:28:00.000-07:00

We are picking up this beautiful paint mare next week. She will be a great addition to our Paint Quarter Horse Breeding Program. This 12 year old mare will be number 6 as brood mares with two, two year olds making eight for 2010. Hey "Mak'n 8" thats gotta be a good sign.

EAST MEETS WEST

2009-04-03T14:48:00.000-07:00

The following letter came from one of our neighbours about one of our neighbors... I like to call it East Meets West. We have used this same method for years and I agree it works great!

TRAKEHNER COLT TRAINING BC RANCHER STYLE. Connie Kempter

Whenever you think, you have seen and experienced it all as a horse breeder, something comes up, that makes you scratch your head and look for an answer. This time the solution came in the shape of our immediate neighbor, 69 year old Art(hur) Harfman, a German blooded life long rancher, community leader and true horseman. Our then half year old semi-weaned colt Pharos vom Rappenhof went through a rebellious phase. As one possible cause we suspected some neglect from us in his formative early months, when we made the big move from Quebec to British Columbia's Okanagan Highlands in Canada's West, with our horses, dogs, household, vehicles and farm machinery. It sure did not help either, when a barn worker back in Montreal wrestled the two month old colt to the ground, when he would not stand still for the farrier.

Now in his new home he would not let us get close or put the halter on . He was overdue for his vaccination booster shots, deworming and hoof trimming. With very fast reaction he was dodging us consistently. Steven and I finally swallowed our pride of decades of breeding and handling youngsters and phoned our always helpful 'king of Sidley Mountain' for ideas and support. Art grew up in the 4 H movement, is a cattle inspector, breeding horses and using them for cattle work. He came over within a few minutes, armed with a standard round metal pasture gate.

Art entered Pharos' box stall with the gate and with calm and slow movements gradually literally cornered the colt by creating a small
triangle between gate and two stall walls for the colt. Pharos tried to hide his head in the corner, but relented soon, when he realized that there was no chance for an escape. He attempted to kick as well and gave it up soon as he lacked the space for this activity.

Art let Pharos settle in and started to touch and stroke the youngster all over the body until he finally relaxed and tolerated the human approach very well. Then Art progressed to touching Pharos' head with the halter. At the end he repeatedly put the halter on and took it off. As the next step he attached a strong lead rope with an equally strong metal clip and tied Pharos up, first with the gate still in place, then gradually removing the gate further and further. Art recommended to us to leave Pharos tied up for a couple of hours, but visit him every half an hour with some food for positive reinforcement. Art came back and led the youngster out of the barn and into the pasture, handling him for another half an hour before releasing him. The colt seemed to be happy and relaxed and actively made contact with Art by nuzzling him.

Pharos never looked back, stands quietly for blacksmith and vet and also leads well. A couple of times he wanted to give us hard time again with putting the halter on. Out came the gate and he right away gave in and submitted to us. At no time there was any shouting, roughing, punishing and fighting involved. Handlers and horse were never at risk to be hurt. The colt built up trust in humans again while learning respect as well. today Pharos is a well adjusted young horse and a credit to the horse whispering touch of a lifelong rancher.

The Newbie

2009-03-24T15:34:00.000-07:00

This is our newest horse. He is a Five year old Standardbred that goes by the name of JAKE.

He is broke to saddle and buggy. He is 15.2 hands and has a surprising likeness to "Bud".

Except Bud was only 14.3. I hope Jake will make a good ranch horse.

Good Bye Old Friend

2009-03-24T15:03:00.000-07:00

"Bud" Budinski 1981 - 2009

Quarterhorse gelding

I bought Bud from Norm Dais when we first moved to South East Kelowna. The first day he was at our place he escaped from the electric fenced paddock by gripping the insulated gate handle. He never went anywhere - he just stood there as if to say, I can get out if I want to. Bud was my saddle horse for 21 years. I rode him on many cattle drives, trail rides and a week long hunting pack trip through the high meadows of Joe Lake. I even rode Bud in several local rodeo events. He was great at Pole Bending. Bud liked Ice Tea and Black Licorice. He was what we cowboys would say, an easy keeper. His only illness was the cancer he got in 2008. He was a great friend to the grand kids. They loved him as he did them. They could ride him any time any where. He was a great baby sitter. He was funny in that he pretended not to like attention. Thank you my old friend for giving me 21 wonderful years of your life. I will miss our autumn rides.

"To Ride A Horse Is To Borrow Freedom"

Merry Christmas from our Outfit to Your's

2008-12-29T09:32:00.000-08:00

Koda helps Ed put the star in place

WE THREE KINGS (Western style)

2008-12-20T17:08:00.000-08:00

2008-12-09T11:13:00.000-08:00

Hey Ed, I sent you some pictures of Splash. He is Registered Grullo AQHA: PPR Poco Slyde. His barn Name: Splash ( Because he loves to play in the water and with the running hose ;) DOB: July 2004, I've owned him since June 2008, but it feels like forever! Splash is a very friendly, social 4 year old gelding, he is great around the kids, Since I have owned him he has never spooked or bucked on me, very well behaved boy :) Although I loved Koda ;) I think I have found my true match in Splash and it is clear now that it was supposed to be that way because Koda is Ed's true match ;) Gimley is a approximately 13 year old unregistered Miniature Gelding, Savanna's Buddy and a great little guy for Teaching horse basics and riding :) Have a great day! Korina

"Rummy" Has A New Home

2008-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:00

Hi Ed, Just wanted to send a quick note to let you know Rummy is settling in very nicely. Though we have taken to calling her Lotus, after the very pretty flower :) She trailered very well for the long first trip she's taken, and has been very much a pocket pony all day following us around. Even running alongside the fence next to the driveway as we left to go to town in the afternoon. So it seems she's quite content with her new home and we couldn't be happier!

She is such a friendly girl, comes up for lot's of scratches and pets and follows me around everywhere, she saw us off again this morning trotting alongside the fence as we left to drive my daughter to school :) I thanked my dad a lot for driving and even though it was a bit of a drive it was nice to spend the day together talking so we both enjoyed picking her up. ....

Thanks again for everything, I'm sure Lotus and I will be enjoying eachothers companionship for a very long time. Alissa

Two More Applications

2008-12-05T19:31:00.000-08:00

These two girls will be moving on to the ranch in a few weeks. The black mare is an 18 year old Thoroughbred from the Bennett line near Kelowna. Her daughter is a 4 year old Thoroughbred / Trakehner cross. She is very gentle and ready for training. Both have great dispositions and although the older horse is past her prime she'll be great for the grandkids. The owners have sold the ranch and moved to town. I bet it is a tough thing, having to leave your horses behind, I'm sure they'll come for a visit. So now its up to our Paint Stallion to help us pay for the feed bill. ;-) It will be interesting to see a Paint / Thoroughbred / Trakehner foal .

This picture doesn't do the old girl any favors. Sorry Dolly.

A Little Praire Wisdom

2008-12-03T11:00:00.000-08:00

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.

Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
Don't judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time. Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker, you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror. Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

Christmas is around the bend....

2008-12-01T17:39:00.000-08:00

Horse'n Around

2008-11-26T17:16:00.000-08:00

Three of the Geldings are waiting until the mares settle who is eating which pile of hay. When our herd was all geldings with one mare there was peace in the valley. Now that we have added four more mares into the mix - o'boy! Talk about different dynamics. (Koda, Mr Bailey and Quiz)
My grandaughter took this shot. For only being in the third grade she has a good eye for photography. Me being so photogenic - photojenic - photo-able.... me being so good looking helped. ;-)

Just tell her where you want those ponies. She'll get 'em there right smartly. You just gotta admire the "cowboy" savey in this young lady.

Cowboy Humor

2008-11-25T15:28:00.001-08:00

One Sunday a cowboy went to church. When he entered, he saw that he and the preacher were the only ones present. The preacher asked thecowboy if he wanted him to go ahead and preach.

The cowboy said," I'm not too smart, but if I went to feed my cattle and only one showed up, I'd feed him." So the minister began his sermon. One hour passed, then two hours, then two-and-a-half hours. The preacher finally finished and came down to ask the cowboy how he liked the sermon.

The cowboy answered slowly, "Well, I'm not very smart, but if I went to feed my cattle and only one showed up, I sure wouldn't feed him all the hay."

How to install a wireless security system (Cowboy Style)

2008-11-25T15:26:00.000-08:00

1. Go to a second-hand store, buy a pair of men's used work boots, a really big pair.

2. Put the boots outside your front door on top of a copy of "Guns and Ammo" magazine.

3. Put a dog dish beside it. A really big dish.

4. Leave a note on your front door that says something like "Bubba, big Mike and I have gone to get more ammunition - back in 1/2 an hr. Don't disturb the Pitbulls, they've just been wormed."

Fall Round Up

2008-11-03T20:31:00.000-08:00

What a great day Thursday was. A few of us neighbors got together to help the fine folk of the PJ Ranch bring in their cattle. Greig took this pic of me infront of an incredible old fallen tree.

Koda did awesome considering how green he is and that this was his first ride in a year. That just goes to credit of the Foundation Quarter Horse bloodline.

FYI

2008-10-29T10:41:00.000-07:00

We have several horse that no longer fit our program. We are looking to place some in good homes others are for sale or trade. Please call us if you have any interest in one or all of the following:

Paint Mare 4 years old, 14.1, in foal
Paint Long Yearling Filly
Morgan / Walker Gelding 5 years old (Green Broke)

We have several Quarter Horses for sale:
Registered Quarter Horse Gelding 5 years old (Green Broke)
Registered Quarter Horse Stud Colt, weanling

Present but Nameless

2008-10-28T13:57:00.000-07:00

Black Mare

Dun Yearling Filly

Black Yearling Filly

Sorrel Mare and her Stud Colt

Dun Mare

Perhaps You Can Help

2008-10-21T09:56:00.000-07:00

Casey and I have begun our Quarter Horse Breeding program. We just purchased three beautiful Quarter Horse mares and two yearling fillies. Now that we are under way we were thinking of getting a freeze brand. Our quater circle with a cross above is taken already for horses so now we need to come up with something new. I always liked the Milo Talen brand "Mt" read the Big Empty. It was suggested we add a cross to it to read the Empty Cross. Then I thought most people wouldn't read a t as a cross, they'd read it as a "T". Then I put MT2M together to get - yes you got it Empty Tomb. Any way just some thoughts. If you have any great brain waves regarding a good brand for our ranch, please drop us a line.

Our NEW Breeding Program

2008-10-15T20:36:00.000-07:00

We are a small family owned and operated Paint Quarter Horse ranch. Our breeding program is carried out on 160 acres located on Sidley Mountain in British Columbia. We are glad to live in Canada’s only desert. There is definitely a warm welcome for you here. Although we are new to breeding Paint Quarter Horse, we are not new to raising horses. There are three generations living on this old ranch .

Our family has worked hard to live by simple principles demanding of us our best effort at everything we do. To the Brouwer family, our best always means integrity, honesty and fairness in all we do- in short having our priorities straight -- centered on caring human relationships.

To us having our priorities straight means that people are ALWAYS more important than money or horses. Consequently, we strive to treat others the way we want to be treated. It seems the golden rule seems to have been lost in a sea of "good" salesmanship. We are surrounded by what the old timers use to call “Snake Oil” salesmen.

Our family still believes there are many who still remember the golden rule and no matter how trite the idea of doing unto others as we would have them do unto us may now seem, we here at Brouwer Ranch still try our best to live up to this perhaps "antiquated" ideal.

It has been said, “To ride a horse is to borrow freedom”. How true that is. Yet anyone who cares for horses knows there are freedoms found in grooming your horse or even in mucking out the stalls.

Although there are times when horse owning seems to be one of the most thankless and expensive hobbies known to man, you can’t beat the rush you feel when your horse runs to meet you. There is nothing quite like looking out across the pasture to see a herd of paint horses grazing in the summer sun. Or the sound of rolling thunder as the herd races to the water hole.

We will endeavor to raise quality Paint Quarter Horses because we know they make great ranch/family horses. We are focusing primarily on Foundation blood lines, because in our opinion these lines tend to produce great ranch/family horses. We select our mares and stallions for quiet dispositions, sound athletic minds, and strong healthy bodies all the characteristics that made the Foundation line an American legend.

Unlike larger horse facilities where a single horse may simply become part of a collective, our horses remain as individuals to us. Each one has there own unique personality. I tailor each program to each horse, depending on their personality and talents. I believe in a close bond between horse and rider, and therefore I would be more than happy to you involved in your horse’s training. So much more can be learned when horse and rider go through the levels together.

Our horses get turned out to pasture weekly, so they are free to be how they naturally are. This not only creates a working body physically; coordination and usability, but also a well working mind; the ability to figure out problems through exposure to the natural world.

We attempt to work with our foals early on (no imprint training) just the basics; ferrier, tying, brushing. Our babies are then let to roam our 160 acre ranch, where they are schooled by the older horses. As yearlings we begin the ground work and if we keep them to the ages of 2-4, breaking begins. Each horse's breaking program is dependant on its level of development.

Since we're committed to raising ranch/family horses in this time of economic uncertainty, we know that our costs need to be kept down at the same time endeavoring to keep the quality of our horses up. Based on current prices, (quality feed, veterinary, farrier and stallion fees) plus about 50.00 per month for our labor there is a hopeful "profit' of $300.00 per yearling! With these rather dismal "profit" figures, its evident that raising ranch/family horses is no get rich quick scheme! Our horses will sell from $800.00 and up.

So, we can honestly say we know what its like to live on a modest budget so if coming up with a big lump sum for a horse is all that's preventing you from buying a horse please don't hesitate to propose a payment schedule affordable to you. We have made payments many times on horses ourselves - it is certainly do-able! Finally, whenever you do decide to buy your horse, we here at Eagles Nest Ranch hope you give our Quarter Horse Paints a serious consideration. Even if you just want to stop in and sit a spell, have a coffee and "talk horses, please do!

Sad Day For A Dear Friend

2008-08-23T18:02:00.000-07:00

Quoting Kathy Dagneau My Taz - the greatest horse I have ever been blessed to have in my life."Tahhzur" Born May 21, 1987 - Passed away August 23, 2008 For those of you who don't know, Taz has been suffering with heart problems for the past couple of months.Rest in peace, my boy. I'll always love you with all my heart.

My Old Friend

2008-07-03T10:36:00.000-07:00

Real Canadian

2008-07-03T10:33:00.000-07:00

2008-06-27T12:55:00.000-07:00

We do have a few horses for sale. Please let us know via the comment tool and we will give you the low down. We are also looking for good broodmares. Drop us a line and we'll talk. Thanks

Next Up For Training

2008-06-26T15:18:00.000-07:00

Mr Bailey is a Morgan / American Saddlebred Cross.
He is 15.2 hands and smooth as silk.
He is a 5 year old gelding

Quiz is a Morgan / Tennesse Walker Cross
He is a flashy colored (Liver Chesnut) 5 year old gelding.

Dominee is a Registered Paint Stallion.
He is just 4 years old. Very gentle and easy to work with.

Before You Throw A Leg Over

2008-06-26T15:08:00.000-07:00

It happened in 1977.
Vincent Johnson and Frazier Black burglarized a home and stole 2 TV's and a checkbook from the home of Mrs. David Conner. A few hours later, they made one of the checks out to themselves and tried to cash it at a bank. The teller asked them to wait a minute. She went and called security after she left their presence. Why? Because the bank teller was Mrs. DavidConner. The burglars were... "BUSTED!!!"

She knew something the burglars didn't and they failed. That's how they got caught and ultimatley in trouble. That same principle can work against you with horses. But when you know things that get your horse doing what you want, you win. For instance, pro horse trainer Sue Robertson says this in her DVD about lungeing a horse: "This is the basis for riding, creating a carriage horse, or whatever. It's like laying the foundation for the house and it's where respect starts." She goes on to say you can teach the horse to walk, trot, lope, and stop at command.

These are the BIG 4 important things your horse must know. And much of it you can teach before you even swing a leg over 'em. When you lunge, there are certain principles to follow. For example, when you tell the horse to "get out" or "get up", that's what you tell them all the time. Never change it. If you keep using different commands with your horse, it's like moving furniture around when you have a blind man in the house.

Know what else you should do when lungeing? Talk to your horse a lot. Why?
Because you want them paying attentionto you. Because you can teach them vocal commands and get 'em used to it and doing what you want. Because they become familiar with your voice and know you are the leader and hearing your voice again and again cements that in their mind.

And when you're on the back of a horse that's spookin'...your voice is one of the most important tools you have to keep you safe. If you want to know more of what she shows, go to www.SuperStarsOfHorseTraining.com/Robertson-Groundwork

Thanks to Andy at www.horsetrainingandtips.com

Reflections of years gone by

2008-06-25T08:24:00.000-07:00

These are two of the out buildings at the McGibbon homestead. As you may recall, the entire homestead has been donated to us. We are hoping to erect a "Sidley Mountain/Bridesville Historical site on our Sidley Mountain Ranch. It will be nice to give something back to this incredible community. If we don't capture a bit of history the stories told by the old timers will soon fade into forgotten memories. It would be very sad to lose the unique history surrounding this area. I pray we can help prevent adding our communities into the books of Vanishing BC.

First Line Up for Spring Tuning

2008-06-24T13:50:00.001-07:00

"Chief"
Five year old Quarter Horse

"Gibbs"
Five year old Arab (Kellogs Line)

"Koda"
Five year old Quarter Horse

Fence Buddies

2008-06-13T13:58:00.000-07:00

Koda and Gibbs on the fence line June 13, 2008

NEW Arrival!

2008-06-13T13:47:00.000-07:00

Our mare "JAZZ" threw a beautiful little stud colt two weeks ago. We called him "Freeway". He is pretty neat. Now I just need to wait for my Foal Whispering granddaughter to come and do her thing with this little guy.

Bin' a While

2008-06-13T13:43:00.001-07:00

Here is Chief. This fine young gelding is at our place for some spring training. He's a bit skittish but he'll come around. He has a good heart and a kind face. His good bloodlines make him a great prostpect for cattle drives. We are suppossed to be selling him but I got a feel'n he'll be with us a long time.

Dreaming Of A Different Season

2008-01-21T10:05:00.000-08:00

The Gift Of Frienship

2008-01-01T11:10:00.000-08:00

Last Sunday being the last service at the Osoyoos Christian Centre for my family and I, was a difficult one. However, the good Lord had us surrounded by friends and family. What made it even more incredible was that an old cowboy friend of mine showed up. Now this here gent is not normally accustomed to being in Church, but came to support Judi and I. Greg will never know what an awesome thing it was for him to do that for me.

I know his father in law is in need of our prayers regarding open heart surgery, so we will keep Pat in mind. Thank God for friends, especily those who you can ride the river with!

2007-12-22T15:25:00.000-08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS From our outfit to yours!

In The Old Days

2007-12-06T14:29:00.000-08:00

There was a time not so long ago where you wouldn't be sued for wishing someone a Merry Christmas & Happy New Year. But that was long ago. The following the politically correct way to greet someone (just in case you were a wonder'n)

Best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral, winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most joyous traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, but with respect for the religious persuasion of others who choose to practice their own religion as well as those who choose not to practice a religion at all; Additionally, a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the generally accepted calendar year 2006, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions have helped make our society great, without regard to the race, creed, color, religious, or sexual preferences of their wishes.

Disclaimer: This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others and no responsibility for any unintended emotional stress these greetings may bring to those not caught up in the holiday spirit.

God works in mysterious ways...

2007-12-01T16:24:00.000-08:00

We have been praying for the ability to build an old fashioned board and batton clad church. In search of aged barn board I inquired of John Nett permission to tear down an old tool shed on one of the properties he is developing. To my surprise not only did he give me that old tool shed he gave us permission to tear down, remove or move an entire old homestead. Judi and I counted at least five out buildings plus the old ranch house. We were like kids at Christmas. Hey we are kids - God's kids and it is Christmas! Over the next few months we will be dismanteling the buildings we can't move. The rest will be moved in sections to our ranch property. Step one - Check!

We will keep you posted. God just never stops surprising me.

Cowboy Evangelism by Stephen Taylor, 2007

2007-11-30T12:13:00.000-08:00

Most Christians, I suppose, if asked what comes to mind when you speak of evangelism and Colorado Springs, CO, would think of the broad-based radio ministry there called Focus on the Family, James Dobson’s religious-political organization. When I think of evangelism taking place in Colorado Springs, I think of a ranch and little known cowboy who practices what we call life-style evangelism.Drive out to the Garden of the Gods and take a couple of lefts and you’ll end up at the Flying-W Ranch.

Most of the open land there has been gobbled up by sub-divisions now, so the ranchers at the Flying W have taken to selling their beef in plate-size portions instead of on the hoof. They have a simple, barn-like structure filled with long picnic tables in a room that will seat about a 1000. During the summer the place fills up quickly. People go through the lines and get their Bar-B-Que, beans and potatoes on tin plates. There’s baked chicken if you want it instead, but they’ll laugh at you. Chickens and cowboys don’t jive, ‘cause you can’t rope a chicken. After everyone has eaten the Flying-W Wranglers come on stage, five men who play and sing western songs. The one on the bass is Scotty Vaughan, a six foot, two, pure cowboy who does most of the talking and tells the jokes between the songs.

Scotty told one about his grandfather who as a teen wanted to drive a stagecoach. He was turned down over and over and finally a grizzly old coach driver took him on. He was told to be the look-out and not to talk. He sat there and looked and looked and finally he saw riders off in the distance behind them. There’s a couple riders behind us, he told the driver. How far away? Said the driver. Maybe a couple miles, said Scotty’s granddad. See, that shows you’re nothing but a green-horn, said the driver. Out here, we tell distance by saying how big the person is. Well they’re this big, said the boy, holding his fingers about an inch apart. Forget em said the driver.The young man kept looking, and he then told the driver. They’re closer. How close. Well now they’re this big, spreading his fingers on one hand as far apart as they would go. Just leave em alone, but watch em, he was told.

Watch them he did and finally he said. They’re closer. And? Well, how they’re this big he said using to hand to indicate about 12 inches. Keep watching. It wasn’t long an he said, Now they’re this big, ( 36 inches) and this time the driver said, get your rifle out and shoot them.He picked up his rifle and took aim, but there weren’t any shots fired. The driver shouted at him, I said shoot them. The young man took aim again, but still did not shoot. What’s wrong with you, the driver asked. Shoot them. I can’t, said his granddad, I’ve know em since they was this (fingers apart) big, he said.After the laughter dies down, Scotty goes on with his story. I like that story a lot, he says, cause it’s a lot about me, in a way. See, I was a late-bloomer, he says to all those people every night. I didn’t become a follower of Jesus until I was in my mid-thirties. There were a lot of bad things in my life that I couldn’t get rid of on my own, cause I’d gotten so used to them. They started out as little things, but they kept getting bigger and bigger. I tried to change my ways, but I couldn’t on my own.It took turning my life over to Jesus and following him, and that’s true for anyone. I couldn’t do it on my own, and neither can you.

Then he introduces a song he wrote, called Circuit Riding Preacher.Night after night in the midst of music and laughter, Scotty Vaughan tells his own story of needing Jesus and the transformation Jesus brought to him. That’s evangelism, that’s Focusing on the Lord and letting our own story name the name of the Savior before others

Cattleman's Prayer

2007-11-24T10:05:00.000-08:00

Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,
But won't you bless this cattle range?
Bless the round-up year by year
And don't forget the growing steer;
Water the land with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam a thousand hills.
Now, O Lord, won't you be good
And give our livestock plenty of food;
And to avert a winter's woe
Give Italian skies and little snow.
Prairie fires won't you please stop,
Let thunder roll and water drop,
It frightens me to see the smoke,
Unless it's stopped, I'll go dead broke.
As you, O Lord, our herds behold--
Which represents a sack of gold--
I think at least five cents per pound
Should be the price of beef year round.
One more thing and then I'm through,
Instead of one calf, give my cows two.
I may pray different than some others,
but thenI've had my say, and now amen.

Author--unknown, circa 1890

2007-11-20T12:08:00.001-08:00

What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday. Last week we were out on the range rounding up about seventy head. Our horses did great and the cows cooperated (for the most part) with the round up and the sorting.

Right about noon we were contemplating riding out again to find the last 12-15 head that were missing. However, Art looks at us with a grin and says we should have a bite to eat first. Perhaps them cows will come in on their own. We kind of gave him a sideways glance. But he had seen them a coming. Sure enough we no sooner had our coffee out when all 15 of them wandered right up to the corrals. Old timers! You gotta love them.

A Sad Day

2007-11-06T10:22:00.000-08:00

A few days ago I went for that "walk" with two of our horses. That "walk" where three of you go out and only one returns. I hate those walks, but some times things are difficult on the farm. Unfortunately, Gracie's leg was not improving, in fact it grew worse with the passing of each day. She limped continually and had to spread out her legs to eat. The reason I put her mom down was that Liberty had poor conformation, some pretty bad habits and was basically untrained. She was for all intents and purposes - useless. If I had allowed her to live after taking the foal she would of suffered needlessly. Some mares even go so far as to have a mental melt down. All in all it needed to be done. It is not like we have unlimited resources to feed horses that will never amount to anything. As hard and cold as that sounds, it is reality.

I know that I will have to take this walk again, both with our old dog and my old gelding. Jessie we've had for 14 years and Bud has been my horse for going on twenty years. That my friend will be a sad day indeed.

Back At It!

2007-10-25T17:18:00.000-07:00

Judi and I have just about used up our days off. We had a great day today as we worked at bringing in the last few loads of this winter's firewood. We fell about a dozen (standing dead) trees and then bucked them up. Judi operated the splitter and I split and loaded about 8 cords. We burned up all the branches and debris. With the autumn colors in full displayand the aromatic smell of fresh cut wood, intermingled with the smoke smell I thought I was in heaven.

On Tuesday Art picked my horse and I up and we rode all day bringing in a neighbors cattle. I love this area. Four of us on horse back brought in several hundred head and sorted them for the liners to transport. Funny... some folk dream of a vaction a broad, but not this guy. I get such a charge out of brush popping cattle and spending time in the saddle. My horse although very green is starting to get some "cow sense". It is neat to see him coming along.

We are without a doubt, blessed!

Happy Anniversary Judi!

2007-10-12T09:37:00.000-07:00

Wild and free, and lots of fun.
She wasn’t even twenty-one,
It don’t seem that long ago,
I married a pretty Miss I’d met,
at a Kid’s camp in Ontario.
Now I never was no handsome dude,
And she was pretty as can be,
So I suppose her friends was wonderin,
Just what she saw in me!
She’s been by my side ever since,
Through the good times, wrecks and tears.
Somehow it don’t seem possible,
We’ve been married thirty three years.
While I’ve gained some weight and lost some hair,
She’s still pretty as can be,
And I’ve spent thirty three years a wonderin’
Just what she sees in me!

A Servants Bell

2007-10-12T09:29:00.000-07:00

Tho this cowboy's life is a livin' rage,

and his lovely wife he lives to please.
There lurks inside of him a little boy,

Who dearly loves to tease.
Now on a recent trip to town,

the logic of his purchase, I really couldn't tell.
But you could see the devil in his eyes,

when he found this Servants Bell.

Now a Servants Bell is what rich folks use,
when calling their servants to fill their every need.
Why they're suppose to fetch and carry,

or even groom the masters steed.
Well this cowboy bought that tinklin' bell,

and headed for the ranch.
And pondered on the benefits,

if this bell should work perchance.
Now his wife she is a pleasant gal,

and she doesn't mind his tease.
Ya see she loves her scruffy cowboy,

and does her best to please.
Well, . . . The details of this story, . . .
I really don't think I want to tell.
"Cause things didn't work quite out the way

they were suppose to, when he rang his little bell.

But there is one thing that I can tell you,
and that is that we hope that someday doctors

may find some cures. To explain why he jingles when he walks,

'cause he does it without spurs.

Rudy Gonzales Cowboy Poetry

What's Up With Gracie?

2007-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00

What Gracie has: Angular Limb Deviation (ALD) is seen most commonly in young foals and is defined as a deviation from the normal axis of the limb in the frontal plane. There are two general terms used to describe the deviation. Valgus refers to a lateral deviation of the limb distal (below) the point of the deformity. Varus refers to a medial deviation of the limb distal to the point of the deformity. The most common deviation (as in Gracie’s case) seen in young foals is a lateral deviation which originates at the level of the carpus (knee), known as carpus valgus.

There are a few options, most are very expensive. We are checking into the next steps for Gracie’s future. At this point, although I am a very positive person it does not look very bright for her. We will keep you informed.

2007-10-10T11:42:00.000-07:00

What man is a man who doesn’t change for the better, the world he lives in?

Reflecting on this statement I am compelled to say that not only do I personally strive to live this, I am fortunate to have friends with the same mind set. Today that was proven more than once. My “world” (circle of life) was strengthened today. First, by my friend Art Harfman. As some of you may know I had a wreck last year on “Jazz”, a horse I was breaking. Besides a bruised ego, and few sore bones I also I ended up with a fear of riding that I couldn’t seem to shake. In my stressed out mind only my old Quarter Horse “Bud” was safe. Earlier this year I bought a very well bred Foundation Quarter Horse. He is an incredible dun gelding, but only ground broke. I saved and saved and finally sent him to Rod Lewis a trainer Art recommended. When I went to get him Rod showed me the results and I was amazed. Rod had put an incredible “stop” on him. Yet I was real antsy about throwing a leg over. I took him home and rode about ten minutes. Koda was great, but I was… well I was nervous. My confidence level was low. A short while later our friend Coralee (excellent horse person) was down for a few days and she put a few hours on him and even got me riding a bit. But in the back of my minded was this cloud of apprehension. Day before last Art called and asked me to go on a round-up. He sort of asked me, but it was more of a convincing me to ride Koda on this cattle round-up. I wavered in my going or not going…. But like the friend he is he persevered and along with Judi’s push (even though it was her birthday) I finally went (I thought it was my idea). Those two are good!

Well, today I conquered my fear. I still have respect, you need that, but I’m over my hesitation. Koda was great! Six to seven hours in the saddle, brush popping cattle can work wonders for both your confidence and your horse.

Then to top off the day (Judi’s birthday) a dear friend of ours, Trevor dropped by with a card and flowers for Jude. Wow, we were almost in tears. Thoughtfulness is a gift! So to all of you who have changed our lives for the better ….. THANK YOU!

Side-car Madness

2007-09-25T17:52:00.000-07:00

After the trailer incident (see Dang It! post) the cows refused to travel with us. It wasn't until our friend Lawerance brought up his motorcyle and side car that the cows agreed to hit the road (ooops bad choice of words). Thanks Lawerance!

2007-09-25T12:55:00.000-07:00

Kinda quiet here today. My sister and her family are gone back to Ontario. Our cows have been shipped, the Meier's side grandchildren are back on the island, Casey's kids are in school.... it feels more like Empty Nest than Eagles Nest. Yet, the quiet has its own beauty. The aspens are turning color, the aroma is incredible and the air is cool and crisp. Thank God for His indescribable beauty...... mmmmmm guess I'll go get me a coffee.

Koda Is Back

2007-09-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

Here is a pic of the girls having some bonding time. It was a great day for playing with the ponies. Coralee is on Koda and Judi is catching up on old Bud, or is Coralee a lap behind. Somethings are best left unsolved;)

Dang it!

2007-09-25T11:36:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we moved our small herd out of the pastures to our holding pens. We then began sorting and loading the cattle in preparation to be transported to the Harfman ranch. Due to us using our four horse trailer several trips were neccessary. On our second to last load after sqeezing in as many head as we could we were forced to keep four yearlings back. I left the trailer and chute area to double check the holding pen gate (my first mistake). Thereby I had inadvertently neglected to secure the trailer door. Everything seemed ok, so we confidently headed out with three cows and four steer calves in the trailer. Well, that was what we thought.

Once out on Sidley Mountain Road I checked the rear view and gasped as I saw cows and calves doing arobics, summersaults, headstands, tumbling one over the other on to the gravel road. They spilled out of the trailer when the sliding door - slide open. Talk about your mad cow! Thankfully we had taken the back road at 5-10 kph rather than the Highway at 100. Besides a few scrapes and bruises everyone survived. If it wasn't so stupid it would be funny!

My Girl - My Horse

2007-09-25T11:28:00.000-07:00

Judi and I spent all of yesterday rounding up our herd and shipping them over to the Harfman ranch. It was an awesome day with the exception of one "little incident" (next posting). When we arrived back at the ranch a friend of ours from the coast had arrived for a ride on my new horse "Koda". Her and Judi decided on a trail ride and they had a great time of fellowshiping (girls and horses - go figure) together.

Out Numbered!

2007-09-22T18:47:00.001-07:00

So if you've been following the saga of "whats her name", you know we've been a while getting her a name. We had as of ten days ago choosen "Scooter". However, after a number of suggestions we have changed it to "Gracie". That is it! No more changes. It is over, done, completed, written in stone, non- negotiable. I think????

We have a Name!

2007-09-12T07:36:00.000-07:00

Ok, after 10 days of deep consideration we have a name (I think). First we say thank you to all of you who have submitted suggestions. It was fun. Thanks. So here it is..... "Scooter"

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING TOTALY DIFFERENT

2007-09-07T18:30:00.000-07:00

I know it is a bit unrealistic but I've had a blast putting this baby together. This year Modified Class next year Super Modified. It was a total Tim Taylor (Tool Time) moment.

Choices, Choices, Choices!

2007-09-07T09:26:00.000-07:00

Wiggly Butt, Jiggles, Daisy, Butterfly, Anya, Asha, Morning Glory, Lady Grand, Autumn, Autumn Breeze, Hightime, Faith, Ceiarra, Cheyenne, Sassy, Nevada, Beshala, Imacomen, Calamity, Dinah, Majestic, Majesty, Breezy, Gypsy Rose, Becoming, Brandy, Quick Step, Dancer, What's Her Name, Lady,

Who Is Who?

2007-09-07T09:18:00.000-07:00

What's Her Name Is Still Nameless

2007-09-04T18:08:00.000-07:00

On the way to church this morning we passed What's Her Name in the field and I said, gee I hope that this doesn't end up being her name.
Judi was pretty sure it wouldn't be but I don't know????? Maybe "Wiggly Butt" or "Jiggles".

Come on people we need some help here!
I guess I'll just have to pick one....

"Whats Her Name"

2007-09-03T17:34:00.000-07:00

Well here are a few more pics of "Whats her name". As cute as she is she is going to need a name. Some of our favorites are "High Time", "Autumn", "Autumn Breeze", "Ceiarra", "Cheyenne" and "Becoming".

We could use your help in picking just the right name for her. She is a sweety and is improving with each day. She has lots of life and a very clear bright eye.

"What?"

2007-09-03T17:13:00.000-07:00

"The Lawn Ranger!"

2007-09-01T17:14:00.000-07:00

The last couple of days have brought back many memories of days gone by. Days and nights for that matter spent in the shop fabricating and customizing motorcycles. Well as you can see by the above picture that aint no motorcycle. It is a riding lawnmower. It is being stripped down and customized for the Rock Creek Fall Fair Lawn Mower Madness. I made my own header system and am presently building a throttle assembly. I will put pics up as this baby comes together. As Tim Taylor from Tool Time says, "Ughhhh, Awwwwe!"

TA DA!

2007-09-01T16:37:00.001-07:00

Well here we are! She is such a sweet filly. We have had a few suggestions for her name. I like "Hightime" and "Autumn Breeze" which came from the grand kids, and "Becoming" submitted by Savanah and Jasmine. But we'll wait a bit more. There is a little concern with "Whats Her Name"... she is still very unstable (12 hours after birth) and is walking low on her fetlocks. After some inquiries it was thought that this may be a normal process and if it doesn't correct it self we might have to give her a shot of Vit. A-D and Silenium. I thought I'd mention it to you so you can say a prayer for her. We will keep you updated. More pics will follow.

NEW ARRIVAL

2007-09-01T08:24:00.000-07:00

Liberty for Liberty! In the wee hours of this the glorious first day of September in the the year of our Lord 2007, we had lift off - or should I say touch down. Liberty gave birth to a strong filly. I've already done the navel dip precaution and rubbed her all over. I witnessed her eating and having her first bowel movement (poop). These are two very import events!

She is gorgeous. As soon as I get my camera from our sleeping neighbors I will get some pics.

We would like some suggestions for her name, I was leaning toward "Imacomen" (I am a coming), but this morning when I saw her and the sun was just breaking over us I thought of the name "Autumn". But hey, we don't need a name for a day or two so if you have a suggestion, let us us know

A Season Of Change

2007-08-31T07:52:00.000-07:00

There is a change taking place on the ranch. After many years of dealing with cattle we have made a big decision. It is a well known fact among ranchers that there is no money in cows. Most of us have done it for a "lifestyle". Judi and I have spoken with Casey and we thought it might be good to sell the cows and focus on the horses. Now this was just a thought, but someone heard our thoughts and early, very early this morning we sold our entire herd.

We got a fair deal and did not lose any profit on trucking or auction commissons. Although we are excited, we are also a bit sad. Any way thanks for dropping by - have a great day.

2007-08-20T14:10:00.000-07:00

Now you might be thinking - Gee Liberty looks sad... Well she's not sad she's waiting to have her baby. We expected her to foal last week, but hey, it is probably a stud colt and he's not quite ready yet to make his entrance. We might call him, "Imacomen" or "Mr Tardy". If I knew how to spell menyana that would work too. Any how well keep those of you who care posted.