A Day in My Life

Friday morning didn’t start out like any other day on the ranch. I say that tongue in cheek, as there really isn’t such a thing as a “typical” day.

At 6:30, when we awoke, I looked out the bedroom window to find a dozen saddle horses in our yard. That’s never a good sign, but it’s not usually a big deal either, save for that this morning, of all mornings, outside it was in the negative digits, temperature-wise. Add that to the fact that I had a non-negotiable trip to town planned for the morning- which involved taking calves to the sale barn, and well, I knew it was going to be one of “those” days.

I don’t fret over such things, though, as it’s just how life is sometimes. It’s better to just smile and get along than it is to be upset about things that happen.

As I got around and had a cup of coffee, I glanced out the living room window. What do you think I saw when I looked out that window?

If you guessed horses in the neighbor’s pasture, you’d be right.

I went outside and started the pickup.

I came back in, bundled up and got ready for the sale barn.

Then I climbed in the ranger, headed to survey the fence damage. Thursday, a cold front had come through, and the horses just got pushed through a not-so-hot, hot-wire fence.

Gumpy, and about 15 of his partners, were still in the pasture where they belonged, like good horses, and when I headed towards the hole in the fence, he took all his compadres towards the corrals, because he was certain I would feed him or something!

Then I set about rounding up the others.

Here’s some video.

They were in four different locations and it took a little bit of work. It was also discovered Saturday that I’d missed several head in the neighbor’s pasture. So that’s on my list for this week- at least it’s going to be in the upper 40s, as opposed to barely double digits!

Once I got all the horses situated, I went to the corral to sort off a stud horse named Nukie, a bull that isn’t ours, and to whom we don’t know who he belongs, and a wayward mama cow who came home a few weeks ago when we weaned her from her calf. We’ve been too busy to put her back to pasture, so she’s just been in the corral. That little job took a few minutes, and left me with 16 calves in the corral.

Then I got in my now, warm pickup, backed up to the loading chute, and in about 30 minutes had all my calves loaded. Sometimes the babies don’t know how to look for a “place to go”, so it takes longer to load them than it would if there had been cows or bulls that needed to go to town, plus I’m not nearly as handy as a rancher who’s been doing this since they were knee-high to a grasshopper!

Once that was finished, I realized my trailer tires were low. And as the queen of blow-outs, I had to rectify that situation prior to leaving. My fingers got cold.

And then I was off.

The calves got unloaded at the sale barn.
I ran errands and bought wine.
I headed home.

I got home, left the groceries in the pickup.
I started the tractor and watered some horses.
I fed hay to our escaped saddle horses, because the fence wasn’t fixed in their pasture.

I drove home, unloaded the pickup, cleaned the kitchen, and made hot-wings for dinner.

And then I had wine.

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my life.

Happy Trails!

The Weekend, on the Ranch

This weekend we got all the mares in and weaned the babies, pulled all the stud colts off and put them in with all the saddle horses, and then turned the mares back out. Needless to say the corral has been noisy and there’s mares hanging out on the fence lines chatting with their babies.

I got to take some cool photos of the mares and babies as they came in to the corrals.

Did I mention it was a frosty morning?

One of my favorites:

At some point this week, I’m sure there’ll be a photo or two of a cute, fuzzy baby, but for now, these will have to suffice!

Happy Trails, and Happy Monday!

Gibbs The Horse

This week we’re having a guest post, and an auction for a needy horse named Gibbs! Natalie is a Good Samaritan and stepped in when she was needed. She’s a fiery, witty, driven and otherwise good human. Here’s the story!

I’m Natalie. I’m a horse crazy kid. I’m 25. Much to my mother’s chagrin I never outgrew this “phase”; I never went boy crazy; I never liked clothes. While other girls planned their weddings, I planned my state of the art equestrian facility. I dreamed of flawless hunter courses and daring jumper rounds instead of prom. When I thought of Prince Charming I wondered what kind of horse he’d ride and judged him accordingly. I have an expensive college degree and I’m (mostly) unemployed (This economy sucks, Natalie. I know how hard you’re trying! TSDC). Though I hate cats, I seem to be one as I always land on my feet.

This is Gibbs:

He is a 22 year old Holsteiner, I don’t know how he got this way, all I know is that he did. I’ve known Gibbs and his owner for nearly 10 years. They happen to train with *Trina The Trainer just like I do. From what I’ve gathered Gibbs just “fell apart” he wouldn’t eat, he got skinny, started acting weird at shows at the same time Owner started having personal life problems. Frankly, I don’t really care how, why (to delve into the why would pry into too many lives that don’t belong on the Internet), or when, but Gibbs was allowed to get into this condition.

I decided to do something about Gibbs.

That being said: I am poor. I say that in a cheery way. When I say poor I mean I qualify for food stamps, I never have more than $100 in my bank account, and I’ve managed to cut down my life bills so that I pay less than $300 a month to live. This includes my own horse Bubba:


(Bubba can be found on Twitter @TheBubba97)

While I’ve gone to college, sold my other horses, sold my truck, sold my car, sold my bicycle, graduated from college with a BS, and 2 years later I’m scrounging up random barn jobs to get by, he’s never wanted nor needed anything. His de-worming schedule might be a few months off, and he gets an annual vet visit instead of a biannual visit (or sometimes we skip a year), he’s never been sick, he’s never colicked, he’s never lost condition (he has had his bout with battle of the bulge once or twice) *lots of knocks on wood.* In my infinite wisdom I decided that this made me the perfect candidate to fix Gibbs. I hadn’t figured out the “how” part, the “why” was pretty obvious.

At this point I could have involved animal control, but since Gibbs is now on Trina’s property that would tarnish her reputation, even though she’s shoving more hay down his throat than he can eat. I also like Owner, she’s not a bad person, but sometimes life happens. Also, if I did report him and he was taken away who knows what would have happened to him. Cue my increasing frustration with the situation.

One day I was completely overwhelmed by his condition, I was angry, I didn’t understand how a horse could be allowed to get into such poor condition. I posted a picture to Twitter and Instagram and an hour later I had a plethora of responses asking how to help. I started the #GibbsTheHorse hashtag on Twitter and have collected over $300 in donations. Which is why Gibbs now looks like this:

-After just a couple of months! I’ve since put forth the idea of adopting him to Owner and she’s agreed. We sign the paperwork soon (as of Sunday night while I got this post ready, Natalie informed me that she was Gibbs’ official owner!)

In the future *Trina The Trainer and I will split his expenses as she’ll use him as a part-time lesson horse. He’ll also be available for half lease once his condition is fully recovered and hopefully, he won’t be too much of a financial burden. However, until then he eats: one bag of All-in-one ($12), One bag of Nutrena Senior Feed ($19), 5 bags of Stable Mix pellets ($60), and one bale of hay ($18) per week. That’s $109 per week and that doesn’t count his SmartPaks (probiotics and weight builder, soon to add flex) which are $25 a month. He’s in dire need of a vet visit for a check up and shots and needs his teeth done to the tune of approx $400.

There are many horses being auctioned off, sold to “killer” buyers, shipped over the borders and slaughtered, there are many horses starving to death because of neglect, many horses being turned loose, and rescues are full. Gibbs is lucky. I decided to save him but I need help to do so.

How you can help:
Donate Donate Donate
We like all kinds of goodies. Money is our favorite with SmartPak gift certificates running a close second, but we also like wither pads, half pads, a gently used bridle, new halter, brushes, etc. If you’ve cleaned out your barn and have some things Gibbs might need give us a shout.

Make donations via PayPal.



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Wonder where the money goes? Never fear. The blotter is here!

Now, Natalie is no stranger to this blog. In fact, she’s actually donated a beaded horseshoe for a previous giveaway, and has an Etsy Shop. But this time she’s donated a hand-knitted scarf. I figure we can give it to the person who donates the most money (or goods) this week to Gibbs the Horse! The Contest will run from Monday, through Midnight PST on Friday Night. Natalie will have to get back to me with the results, but I’ll be sure to announce them as soon as I know!

We’ve now upped the ante- for every $75 dollar donation made, we are giving away a custom NatInDesign of your choice!

Here’s the pretty pink scarf:

Taking on a horse is a lot of responsiblity and most people who have trouble making ends meet woudn’t take on the responsibility! So let’s give Natalie some props for being up to the task!

Happy Trails!

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Chopping Ice

Happy Trails!

Come Ride With Me!

It’s a -6 this morning, but just as recently as January 8th, I was riding through a snow-free pasture, with a long sleeved shirt and a fleece on. It was even warm enough for me to don a cowboy hat again. Here’s a short video of Gump, me, and a couple of the kids long-trotting out to check on some crippled bulls.

I love long-trotting across the prairie!

Happy Trails!

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A Controversial Subject

It’s been quite some time since I’ve talked about horse processing. But with the bipartisan passage through the House and Senate of the H2112, The Conference Committee Report on Spending, which among other things, funds the USDA, there’s been quite the controversy stirred up again about Horse Slaughter. The President approved the bill and signed it on November 18th. How this affects horses is simple. Only a few states, Texas, being one of them, make it illegal to process horse meat.

Let’s begin by debunking the myth that horse slaughter became “illegal”. What forced the closures of the processing plants the US had, was the bill passed in 2005, prohibiting funding to pay USDA meat inspectors to inspect horse meat, for human consumption, bound for dinner plates overseas.

With that said, those of you who have been reading here for quite some time, know that I make no qualms about being in favor of processing facilities. However, a few weeks ago, I wrote, what I think, is probably my most eloquent explanation on the need for them, and I thought I’d share it here. I’d love to have a dialogue with you if you can be nice.

The term, “humane” is a human notion and by very definition applies to humans. It’s one to which the horse doesn’t relate. The horse understands and lives in the moment. And by treating a horse as a human, we’re disrespecting them. I’m not saying this is cause for abuse. I’m saying we need to treat a horse like he is- as a horse. I’ve written an entire diatribe on the difference between animal rights and animal welfare, so before you go thinking I’m just mean, you should go read this.

Further, I’m not saying we can’t do slaughter better. I’d love to see a facility designed by Temple Grandin, placed on several hundred acres where horses can eat some grass and live normally for the last few hours of their life. I’d also like to see facilites in about every 3rd -5th state. That would do away with the long trailer rides. I’m also in favor of only transporting them in trailers designed for horses.

What I’m not in favor of is
1) People’s emotions running amok which is what got the horse into this mess.

2) People spewing forth untruths. If you didn’t spend a couple hours reading the GAO report on the State of the Horse Industry (if you did, good for you! I did too!) I’d prefer NOT to hear from you. If you’ve read it and still think we can save them all, good for you. I applaud your passion, though I vehemently disagree with you.

3) People who tout and, or believe that breeders haven’t stopped breeding due to the state of the market. It’s not true. I know at least a six breeders (ourselves included) who have changed their breeding program due to the market- why breed horses the market won’t support? There are also many people who bred horses for a living that have left the industry due to horses being worth next to nothing.

4) I am not in favor of are people refusing to look at the facts, logically.

5) I despise those that spread mistruths- those people that believe breeders get tax incentives without talking to breeders first. If they’re (tax incentives) available we’re certainly unaware of them. Or the myth that all the horses that end up in the killer have bute (a carcinogenic) in their systems. We don’t, as a rule, take our horses to the vet, and rarely do I use Bute in my horses. I do keep it on hand, but I can tell you that most all the horses we send, have never ever had a dose of bute. While I can’t speak for other ranchers, I’d venture to say that many of the horses they send are also bute free.

I have heard it said that 70% of Americans are opposed to horse slaughter. That’s well and good, but of those 70% how many are actually horse owners? According to 2007 numbers of the AVMA, only 1.8% of US households actually own a horse. So essentially people who are unwilling to take on the responsibility of a horse, are continuing to throw fits, when they clearly don’t have all the facts. It is expensive to keep a horse. And if you can’t feed your family, how are you supposed to feed your horse? If you can’t afford to feed your horse, how are you supposed to pay to put him down (and if he’s perfectly good why would you want to?)? If you can’t put him down, and can’t feed him and can’t find a rescue to take him, what do you do with him? Previously, they’d take him to a sale barn, and he may or may not go to the kill buyer. But now, you take that horse to the sale barn, and it may actually cost you money (that you may or may not have) to sell that horse.

People who were/are in the equine industry knew that what did happened would happen. These weren’t “unintended” consequences. This is exactly what we expected to happen. If there were no floor price on your car when you needed to be done with it, (as in scrap metal) a lot of you would be upset with that because you’d have something worthless that you couldn’t even give away- save for to your local junk man- assuming you have one. A team of researchers at Utah State actually did a study on the industry in 2008- here’s what they have to say: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. And here’s where you can read what the industry looked like in 2007. If, for example, we made it say, illegal to sell houses to a certain sector of the economy, that’d be like telling a contractor, “I realize you build houses for a living, but guess what? You can no longer sell your houses in such and such a market.” Your career as a home-builder is now jeopardized and you would be all kinds of upset. As much as anti-slaughter folks hate to look at horses as a business, an entire sector of the economy, one that was the third largest in GDP has been destroyed. But it’s okay if we ruin people’s careers, livelihoods, and passions. We’re saving horses, right?

I love my horses as much or more than every other “horse lover”, as I choose to make my living, however sparse at times it may be, from the back of a horse; but I also love my horse enough to let him have a purpose in life and death. That doesn’t mean that every horse I ever own will go to the kill pen when his life is over. But I have sent horses to fill a Frenchman’s belly. It’s much kinder to do that than to have them die in a nasty South Dakota winter; or starve to death because his teeth have fallen out of his head and he can’t eat. Most times if that’s the case, we’ll help them along, but we don’t like it to get to that point, so we send them off before they get there.

I’m not sure exactly what happened that has made it culturally acceptable to butcher cows and eat them, but not acceptable to butcher horses. So many of us have forgotten that up until the 70s horse meat was available in many local meat markets.

The “unwanted horse” problem is compounded in the Western US (South Dakota being in the Western US), on many Reservations. The feral horse population is estimated to be 60k on the Navajo reservation; upwards of 20k on others. Many Native Americans that made their living riding and training these horses have been left destitute due to the price that trained horses are currently bringing; and the overflow of horses is ruining the landscape- killing off precious vegetation for other species- and that problem is worse on the drought ridden Navajo Reservation. Grass isn’t infinite, contrary to what many animal rights advocates will argue. Horses are much harder on the ground than cloven-hooved animals. People around the country are now giving horses away that are trained, if they can find someone to take them, so anyone who trained a good using horse, may have trouble getting their money (read: time) out of a horse they’ve trained. Oh they may be able to sell him, but for a penance of what their time is actually worth. I suppose to make it more relatable, let’s say your job warrants $20/hour, but there’s now too many of you in the field, so the economy will only handle paying you minimum wage now. I bet you’d be all kinds of thrilled about that- especially if what you’re doing for a living is your passion, something you’ve always wanted to do. And maybe it’s all you know how to do. What are you going to do now?

I know that for many, I’ve wasted my breath. I’m not going to change the minds of the militant anti-slaughter folks, but there are many of you on the fence that are open-minded enough to realize that this issue is truly about doing what’s right for the horse. I’m not trying to tell anyone that they have to send their horse to be dinner; I’m simply asking folks to be open-minded enough to allow that as an option.

From what I understand and have read, it sounds like the USDA is gearing up to do it better this time, but I fear even that won’t satiate a lot of you who say it will. I would encourage all of you to read up on what’s truly going on (look at the numbers- I believe at one time in the late 80s, to early 90s we processed almost 300k horses in one year). Start thinking logically, and realize that good horses aren’t an accident. Someone put thought into that breeding; and if you don’t have people around to put thought into breeding you’ll be left with whatever someone who decided a baby horse “would be cute to have” making those decisions, or performance horse folks who aren’t necessarily concerned with raising “gentle”, trainable horses. I’m certain that’s not what the industry, or those of you that have been around a nice horse want or need either.

Happy Trails!

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PS. Comments will be kept open as long as people can be nice. If you’re mean, disrespectful, or start with personal attacks, you will be banned.

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I’m Gonna Get You!

The antics of the horses always entertain. This is a perfect example. Kismit, the mare on the right side of the photos (a coming 4yo), is picking on a yearling colt who, for the time being we’ll call Peanut (only because his older brother is called Nutter Butter- yes, like the cookie!).

Kismet was orphaned at 7 weeks old, when her mother, who was pushed into the river (the Missouri) by a hail storm, failed to make the over half-mile long swim to the pasture on the other side of Parker Creek Bay. We lost 3 broodmares and 5 colts that storm; Gump and Dino’s mother and month-old sister among them. Kismet wasn’t found right away, and we assumed her dead; that is until a neighbor called us and told us there was a colt in with his cows. The herd stallion, Silver Bueno Tom, a mare and her foal did survive the swim, and ended up in the pasture right next to where Kismet was found. There were several surviving broodmares and foals, but it was tragic to say the least.

Now she’s a healthy, trouble-maker!

Because he holds his ears sideways more than not, Peanut always looks a bit like Eyore. Maybe that’s what we should name him?

She was really trying to start something!

Maybe if I ignore her?

This isn’t working out so good.

Oh well!

Happy Trails!

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And the Winners Are…

A couple weeks ago we ran the Capture Dakota Contest. I only had a few entries, but THREE   of you won! Yes, that’s right.  There were three winners! Three people chose photos that were published in the book- and they all chose the same one to be published!

So will the following three people, please stand up?

Kristy Jewell, Sharon, and Bridget Kurtenbach for your guess on “Coming Home”.

It graced page 5 of the Capture Dakota book and has been used in numerous promotional pieces for the book as well!  The three of you should contact me, at jennifer @ thesouthdakotacowgirl dot com to claim your autographed, 5×7 print of “Coming Home”.

Now, on to who won the latest contest “From the Horse’s Mouth“.

You’re not going to believe this, but Bridget Kurtenbach, you’re the lucky girl!  Get me your info so I can get it to Mr. Kinford and we’ll get your autographed copy of the book to you straightaway!

Happy Trails!

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Horseshoes, Anyone?

It seems like the past month has been the month of contests! I don’t know about y’all but I think it’s fun!

This week, just in time to jump-start your Christmas/Holiday Shopping, I’ve got something very bejeweled, that’s a great way to recycle and it was made special for us!

Natalie from NatInDesign created a beautiful bejeweled horseshoe! It’s rustic, kitschy and covered with copper wire, and stones in pink, and brown.

Pinks and browns! oH mY!

Look at all the detail!

Can’t you just see these hanging over a door, or better yet, an entire wall of them?

Lots of color and detail!

She takes custom orders; and at a base price of $30, who wouldn’t want to put these ALL OVER their home, home office, or tack room?

Close-Up

Your last view:

Now, not only does this talented lady make these awesome creations, but she also knits some really cute scarves, and makes bridle charms. Anything a fashion-forward equistrinista might want, Natalie can dream it up!

You should visit her etsy shop today!!!

Here’s how you win: You have from now until 10pm central time, Friday, Nov. 18 to enter.

You can 1). Enter by leaving a message on her Facebook page, telling her I sent you, 2). Tell your friends to leave a message on her Facebook page, telling her YOU sent them (and you’ll both get an entry)! 3). You can tweet her a message at @aggirl86 and use the hashtag #SDCowgirl in the tweet about the contest. And finally, leave me a message here telling me what your favorite thing from her Etsy store was! I’ll draw a winner at random, and someone will have a great gift- or, they can keep it for themselves!

Happy Trails!

From The Horse’s Mouth

This week we have ANOTHER contest/giveaway, with yet ANOTHER one next week! I mean, who doesn’t love free stuff, right? Plus it’s the holidays and that means these are things that I think will make GREAT gifts!

Through the years I’ve gotten to know some very interesting people; some that show me I’m on the right path (as in those who’re quick to show you the kind of person you DON’T want to be) and those that continue to make you strive for excellence.

And then there’s those that have similar thoughts when it comes to horses.

Mr. Robert (Bob) Kinford is one of those folks. He has decades of experience with horses, and his colts all ride around happy- a big plus for me! He’s got an amazing sense of humor and can cook like no other! He’s a cowboy gourmet, a buckaroo, cowboy humorist, a low-stress cattle handling expert, as well as an author!

He was kind enough to let me get a sneak peek into his latest book: “From the Horse’s Mouth” and I have to tell you, his wit and wisdom shine as he writes a book from the perspective of the horse!

This isn’t your typical horse-training book. It’s a humorous, sad, and real book about how we, as humans, tend to over-look our horse’s perspective. Now those of you that know about our training philosophies here at the ranch know that we try to always put the horse first. It’s why we ride with Buck Brannaman. But there’s still folks out there, that never think about how their horse feels or what’s going through his mind. This book does just that, and it’s a great read!

From the Introduction:

Everyone is always looking for that “magic bullet” to take care of all of the problems they have with their horses. The problem is, there is no silver bullet. After working with thousands of horses over the decades, three things have become clear.

First every horse is an individual, and second, every horse is a product of its past. Third, two horses can have a nearly identical past, yet hold opposite lessons from it. The best analogy I can come up with to describe this is two children raised by an alcoholic parent. One may grow up to repeat the life of it’s alcoholic parent, getting drunk, beating the kids and kicking the dog, while the other grows up to abhor alcohol and cannot raise a hand to their child under any circumstance.

This individuality makes working with each horse unique. Developing a relationship with horses is much like developing relationships with people. One may be willing, open, and easy to work with. The next may be like dealing a past full of abuse who is suspicious, angry and looking for an opportunity to lash out. Yet another may have a past of injuries which cause problems due to pain or vision loss which cause adverse reactions to what we are asking of it.

The goal of From The Horse’s Mouth is to let the reader walk a mile (or two) in the horseshoes of of their equine friends. Let them walk in the shoes of horses to learn why the problem lies not in the horse, but in their own deafness to what the horse may be telling them.

Here’s my review:

In a world full of instant gratification, where winning is all, the one thing over-looked in today’s equine world is the point of view of the horse. Bob does a great job making the stories not only entertaining, and relatable, but shows us that if we put the horse’s thoughts first, and study how to become “fluent in horse”, and work on the horse’s schedule and not ours, we’ll be able to have a willing partner who’ll ride with us to the end of the earth. Isn’t that what we all want?

Now, if you have someone on your list that loves horses, I highly recommend you enter to win this book. Bob has been gracious enough to offer an autographed copy! Yes, folks, that’s right, an Autographed copy! And I bet he’ll even sign it with a few words of wisdom if we ask nice!

So here’s how we’re going to give you chances to win:

1. Head over to The Horse’s Mouth on Facebook, and tell them, you’re here because I sent you!

2. Follow Bob (or me- @thesdcowgirl) on Twitter: @bobkinford, and tell us you want to win a copy by using the hashtag: #bkhorsesmouth

3. Tell your friends! For more chances to win, send your friends to The Horse’s Mouth Facebook page, and tell them to let us know who sent them. You’ll both get an entry.

4. And finally, leave a comment below, letting me know you “Liked” the Facebook page, or twittered about the book or both!

This contest will run through Friday at Noon Central, so be sure you enter, and enter often!

Happy Trails, and Happy Horsing Around!

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PS. Be sure you check out Bob’s other writings, in the links above. I assure you, they’re full of wit, wisdom and good eating!