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Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
1:19a - WE GOT RAIN!!


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I mean, not just dribbles you knew were happening because the drops pinged on the bathroom skylights, or you saw streaks running down the glass on the windows, but hard-pelting, repeated drops that nearly filled in the cracks in the ground! I'm glad, too, because I was getting seriously concerned that if I went stumbling around in the dark like I do, as that is when it finally gets sort of cool, I would fall in and never be heard from again!

I shut down and unplugged all day Sunday due to lightning strikes up front and personal. (I've been quite cautious ever since the big cedar got struck and totally disintegrated the top half... Awesome!)

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3:21a - Halter Breaking Leche


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Well, I packed up for my trip to Des Moines. I had myself showered, chores done, and out the driveway by 7 am... Drove north to check one last time... normal behavior.

Leche was pacing the fence against the sky line on the pond pasture's west side -- a good fence as far as I know... So, I thought, OH, NO, the herd is out in the hay field and she would not go through the hole... or over the low spot. (She's TALL...)

I found Louise and Lament in the shed, but could not see anyone else.

I returned to the house, got a halter, got in the truck and drove up the (still sort of dampish) lane into the hayfield... crossing to where Leche was. Nobody else in sight -- not in the hayfield, not in the front field, not in the pond pasture... I could see the neighbor's geldings -- not one whit upset, which they would be if 20 mares, colts, and geldings had joined them....

Leche started toward me, then turned back, hollering down the hill into the thick trees around the creek. She got an answer, and not from where Louise was.

I left the truck in the hayfield, caught the filly in my arms (haltered once... ever.) I calmed and soothed, then put the halter on her. She was whiffy, but allowed it.

We set off as if she were halter broke, but that soon stopped. We were going AWAY from the herd. I soothed and talked, reaching back twice to thump ribs. We walked. We stopped. We thought about acting up. I soothed. We walked. The dog lay down and rolled. The legs and tail were going into/out of sight at the top of the hill away from the herd. She nearly panicked.

The dog moved over by the pond behind the house. I thought about how nice it would be if the guy had already hung the gate there...She could have kept the herd in sight the whole way.

We stopped and stared, thought about acting up, I soothed, she moved one leg... then one more, then we set off again. The new pile of big bales was spooky. We stopped. I soothed, then set out again. She came. She saw Lyre. We stopped. I soothed. Lyre saw her. He hollered. We wanted to race, now. I thought my arm was going to fall off. My right shoulder is the weak one, and of course, when you lead a horse, they are in your right hand...

We passed Lyre, and she wanted to race down the hill. I gave up trying to hold her back and began moving her in circles when she'd get too far ahead. We circled until we were across from NO, who was in the barn. We got nearly past his pen before he saw her, then he hollered. She answered, we stopped; we circled; Debut came up...

He's behind an electric fence... We circled and circled, finally hitting the end of the driveway. I was afraid to put her on the shoulder next to the electric fence, as his neck is so long he can lean his head and neck out over the top of the wire clear to the road...

We stopped dead at the cement... I soothed, we sniffed the white line, we walked, we stopped at the yellow line, and from then on, did not care if we were in the road or on the shoulder. We got past the front yard.

So, the herd saw her. They came spewing out of the trees along the north side and the creek... Mocha in the lead, of course. holler, circle... I thought I was going to have to let her run over to the fence line on her own, but I looked at the wild parsnip taller than my head and in full bloom and knew I did not DARE let her get down in them.

I got her to, then through the gate with only Pride getting herself into the gateway (from a cast of thousands, buy that time...) She turned and followed Leche, but she's no trouble to catch... just nice not to have to. I took the halter off, petted, and shut the gate. Ironically enough, I was wearing the T shirt that says, so many head, so few hands.... with a bunch of horses standing around saying, "pet me".LOL It was, of course, plastered to my back by then, and brown where I'd used the tail to wipe the sweat off my face...

I'll go get the truck after dark. I'm so thankful she's got such a sweet disposition... (and man, does she have a LONG STRIDED walk!)

I took a second shower, put on another set of undies, T shirt, and took something for the shoulder, but I think I'll just go into Seymour school for the camera batteries and then to Corydon for the CD and try for DM tomorrow early. At 9:00 we're already over 80 degrees. I don't think the ac is working in the Beemer, no matter what the dealer said in Dec... I wonder if he ran it long enough to tell if it was putting out HEAT like now, or AC...

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10:35p - On Cultural Differences


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Re: Cultural Differences
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 19:07:14 -0700
From: Linda Vantresco


We never thought of our animals as "just animals". Even growing up, dogs were like little members of the family. It was only natural that horses would be too. I go without something before my son or my critters do. I won't keep them alive to suffer because I wouldn't want to be kept like that and I want them to die with some dignity. But, if there's any chance at all to help them, I do what I have to do to give them the chance. Most of the time, I happen to love, trust and prefer to be with animals than humans. They aren't two faced, malicious, conniving or spiteful. They love us unconditionally and they trust us. Can't say that about too many people I know, can you?

So, besides horses, what have you been up to? I'd love to buy a filly from you or a mare, but need to sell my draft horse before I even think about it. We had 3 fillies here in 2000 and I've sold 2 of them already and may have Tess sold (Rhyme's). Wanted to keep her but need an outside mare more than a related one. So, once I get them sold, I'll see what stock you have.

How's the weather there this time of year?

----- Original Message ----- From: San
Sent: Tuesday, June 26, 2001 4:07 AM Subject:
Re: Cultural Differences

The comment about loving animals vs. humans is very true for me, and really resonates. I thank you for it. That remark has rankled for years! Thinking about it now, I think it is perhaps a cultural difference, in his case, though. He grew up in Poland in the aftermath of the second world war, with all its excesses of man's inhumanity to man all around him. I think this severe situation has brought into sharp relief the DIFFERENCE between humans and animals. He was a farm boy. He values animals and loves them, BUT AS ANIMALS.

We in the US, especially the women among us, have blurred that line, treating our PETS as children, until times of disasters, like hurricanes. Then the abandoned pet problem is rampant.

I am reminded of the reaction in a letter to the Arabian Horse World from a princess from Jordan, chiding Americans for sending money ear-marked for the "rescue and preservation" of Arabian Horses, when PEOPLE were starving to death... She was morally OUTRAGED. When I tell people my horses are my children, I am not quite joking. I don't put them on life support or take extreme measures to save them when they face only a life of pain or will be horribly, permanently crippled, as I once did. But my children they surely still are!

From Linda:

Hi Sandy, Sounds like you did the very best for him. And, anyone that can say tears are only for humans, has never loved an animal and maybe never could. Linda -----

Original Message -----
Sent: Tuesday, June 26, 2001 1:42 AM Subject:
Re: Omega's ending story

The story of the end of Omega's life is on the Ara/Pinto Market Newsletter page, under "Angels among us". Here's its URL:

http://www.grm.net/~wiltamut/apmn/angels.html

A probably unnecessary word of explanation about the Ara/Pinto Market Newsletter pages' organization: Entries listed under the Ara/Pinto Market Message Board button are dated individually and only contain one person's comments and the responses to it at one time.

The COLUMNs carry a "last updated (date)" notice so that repeat visitors can tell at a quick glance if anything new has been added since their last visit (assuming they can remember approximately when they last visited). Titles with no update listed are still awaiting initial posts. I have the data, but not the time! LOL If all the good material I have in hand were actually UP, I'd probably have to put the Newsletter on a separate spot all by itself!

The message board is designed to alleviate the long upload backlog problem. TIme sensitive material as well as general news, inquiries and comments can be posted on the Message board, which allows 300 posts before it starts deleting the oldest automatically. of course, it does not allow for photos. You can get around that by posting the photos on the web, then putting the URL in the post (there's a handy spot, and a way to title it) so all visitors have to do is CLICK on the blue link to go to the spot.

Posts are listed by date only in the message board, unless the poster deliberately posts under an in progress topic (called a message thread.) In general, that means that the threads of a discussion may be widely separated. When I put the material in the columns, the oldest are still on the bottom, but posts have a common theme. There are many more links, if they are appropriate, and they can be scattered throughout the text, not just in one spot (the very end) to one place.

HI Sandy, Nope, same email address. I don't think I had one last time we spoke. Was looking through some papers I had saved and found yours from a card you had sent when I bought Rhyme and told you about it. Thought it was about time we started "visiting" again! I'll attach a few pics of "Tessha" Rhyme's filly from 2000. She just turned a year and is already bigger than Rhyme! And sweet as they come. We're working on my website and should have it done by the end of the week. The gal that is doing it for me had to go out of town unexpectedly when her gramps got sick. Will have lots more pics in it when we're through. What happened to your stallion? You can see mine in the website. He's a little sweetie and I'm hoping to be shipping for AI by next year. Saving money right now to go to Co. to take the course and buy the equipment I'll need to ship and to inseminate. Have you ever tried any of that? Ok, off to wander through your site. Look forward to catching up with you! Linda -----

Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, June 25, 2001 2:14 PM
Subject: Re: hello

Are you using a new email address? I don't recognize this one.

Only one more foal to go for the year. I really am liking the Pandemonium Lyre babies.

Still no replacement stallion.

Please notice that I have a new email address now. The telephone company has switched to their own carrier, and has changed our email and web sites. They gave us a LOT of lead time on the email, but no notice that the web pages were also involved. I had to hand switch all the links, then load the files one at a time. Then I was over the space limit for them, so I got a neighbor who will never put up a web site to let me expand onto her site with about 1/3 of my material... So I am once again changing all the links and upload the files!

Hello

Hey Sandra, Thought I'd drop a quick hello and see how things are going on your end? Linda

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