Welcome to this week’s edition of the a-z of plants that don’t like your horse. Today’s plant is an incredibly common one & one that is toxic to more than just horses. Oleander can be spectacularly beautiful, but it packs quite a punch if ingested.
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We aren’t quite sure what strikes us about this image, but there is something serene-at-sunset about it that appeals. They are all flaxen blonde & could be Haflingers (we just aren’t sure), but whatever they are, the golden glow of the sun makes those blonde manes shine!
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One morning, as Jerry had just put me into the shafts and was fastening the traces, a gentleman walked into the yard. “Your servant, sir,” said Jerry.
“Good-morning, Mr. Barker,” said the gentleman. “I should be glad to make some arrangements with you for taking Mrs. Briggs regularly to church on Sunday mornings. We go to the New Church now, and that is rather further than she can walk.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Jerry, “but I have only taken out a six-days’ license,* and therefore I could not take a fare on a Sunday; it would not be legal.” Read more
Welcome to yet another edition of the a-z of plants that hate your horse (the list is a big one). Today’s plant is one everyone is bound to say simply isn’t toxic to horses. However it isn’t simply the oats themselves that are the problem, it’s the plant itself.
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Simply put, this image has character, we can see the horse’s personality shining through. We also like its lovely dun coat – honestly we just want to give him a big kiss on the nose. Our fave part has to be on the far left of the image. You can see his pal is yawning, doubtless bored with his hogging all the camera time.
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I never knew a better man than my new master. He was kind and good, and as strong for the right as John Manly; and so good-tempered and merry that very few people could pick a quarrel with him. He was very fond of making little songs, and singing them to himself. One he was very fond of was this:
“Come, father and mother,
And sister and brother,
Come, all of you, turn to
And help one another.” Read more
Welcome to a new edition of the a-z of plants that hate your horse. Today’s plant is one everyone probably knows & you wouldn’t think it could be possible. But it’s true, Oak Trees are bad for your horse & should be kept from grazing areas.
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Captain had been broken in and trained for an army horse; his first owner was an officer of cavalry going out to the Crimean war. He said he quite enjoyed the training with all the other horses, trotting together, turning together, to the right hand or the left, halting at the word of command, or dashing forward at full speed at the sound of the trumpet or signal of the officer. He was, when young, a dark, dappled iron-gray, and considered very handsome. His master, a young, high-spirited gentleman, was very fond of him, and treated him from the first with the greatest care and kindness. He told me he thought the life of an army horse was very pleasant; but when it came to being sent abroad over the sea in a great ship, he almost changed his mind. Read more
Welcome to this week’s edition of the a-z of plants that hate your horse. Today’s plant is one many will know, it’s not just toxic to equines, it’s bad for everyone. They don’t call it deadly Nightshade for nothing.
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First of all, we don’t often see such a lovely liver chestnut (at least we think that’s what he is) & we love him in that red halter, striking. This is also a fine example of a Quarter Horse which is an all-American favorite. Now we just want to know what’s caught his attention.
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Jeremiah Barker was my new master’s name, but as every one called him Jerry, I shall do the same. Polly, his wife, was just as good a match as a man could have. She was a plump, trim, tidy little woman, with smooth, dark hair, dark eyes, and a merry little mouth. The boy was twelve years old, a tall, frank, good-tempered lad; and little Dorothy (Dolly they called her) was her mother over again, at eight years old. They were all wonderfully fond of each other; I never knew such a happy, merry family before or since. Jerry had a cab of his own, and two horses, which he drove and attended to himself. His other horse was a tall, white, rather large-boned animal called “Captain”. He was old now, but when he was young he must have been splendid; he had still a proud way of holding his head and arching his neck; in fact, he was a high-bred, fine-mannered, noble old horse, every inch of him. He told me that in his early youth he went to the Crimean War; he belonged to an officer in the cavalry, and used to lead the regiment. I will tell more of that hereafter. Read more
