Boarding Our Horses Locally Now
We board our four horses on a private farm about 5 miles from where we live. It isn’t perfect, but for our horses, it is paradise and it is home. They have had a long bumpy road to get to where they are today. They all started as rescue horses at a local horse rescue. Each with its own different and unique story. Maya was a PMU baby, PMU stands for Pregnant Mares’ Urine, which is used in the production of Premarin, a hormone replacement drug for menopausal women manufactured by Wyeth Ayerst (Now Pfizer). The collection is generally from October to March, and the mares give birth in the spring.
They are usually re-bred within a few weeks of foaling. They have since started to use synthetics to make Premarin, but big pharma still uses pregnant mare urine to make HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) for transgender patients. It is not a very humane process either. All this means that she was the “waste” left over from making Premarin, and the industry only needs the urine, not the offspring, so Maya and many like her were taken to auction along with hundreds of other foals. In her case, a rescue adopted her along with a dozen other mares. She grew up at the rescue, even though we officially adopted her when she was less than a year old. She was destined to be a “pasture pal” (a horse that is nothing more than a companion for another horse, this pasture pal will never be ridable). We couldn’t afford a proper place for her, so she resided at the rescue, where we volunteered.
**NOTE** I’m not Trans-phobic, I could care less what you want to do to yourself. The above is not my image, it was taken from somewhere else
Dixie arrived at the rescue pregnant with a foal. She was abandoned so the rescue took her and Daddy, in. My son fell deeply in love with her and we adopted her and the father of the foal (Midnight). The offspring (Rebel) came with the family. Sadly Daddy passed away a few years later.
Rebel grew up into a well-behaved gelding (a castrated male horse), who loves to jump and chase butterflies (or flutter byes as he likes to call them). He actually is a good jumper and can jump his own height.
Justina came to the rescue as part of a large seizure of horses. Her mother was a BLM (Bureau of Land Management) mustang, meaning she was a wild mustang at one time. In this case, Justina was very much unhandleable. My daughter fell for her and over a few years she befriended her when she was old enough, she officially adopted Justina, who was still very much unhandleable.
Over the course of a few years, Kellie (then a teenager) worked with Justina to get her, where she is today, very much a lover, loves her family, and is under saddle.
We moved the horses from the rescue to a private boarding facility for a short period. We didn’t stay long as we found out that the owner of this new place was very much psycho. We moved them in 2016 to the farm they are at now and they love it there. They have plenty of room and they get to see us every day as they are only a few miles from our house and we feed them grain daily.
