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The Benefits of Hard Work

Published by • Nov 25th, 2009 • Category: Guest Bloggers, Horse Work

by Raven | To lease Mickey, I work for his owner fifteen hours a month. That means going to the ranch every Wednesday, working four hours doing stuff like feeding horses, grooming horses, scrubbing out feed buckets, fixing fences…

Veteran Horses

Published by • Nov 11th, 2008 • Category: Horse Work, Non-Fiction

by Allison | As we have recently celebrated Veteran’s Day or Armistice Day, we can also learn the story of the brave horses who have fought alongside and protected our soldiers. These horses would sometimes be the angels of mercy…

A Salute to the World’s Draft Horses

Published by • Aug 28th, 2007 • Category: Horse Work, Junior Blogger Archives

by Syd, age 12 Now I know what you’re thinking. Saluting the world’s draft horses, is she out of her mind? Well no, I’m not! The truth is a long time ago draft horses did a lot more for the world than riding horses! They were, are and always will be working horses! I know […]

In the Dark

Published by • Aug 27th, 2007 • Category: Horse Work, Junior Blogger Archives

by Animalsrkool, age 12 It was so strange. The clang I’d only ever heard quietly, in the distance and early in the morning, was so close. I thought I was going up, although it was dark and I couldn’t see. That was normal, but today there was something over my eyes. One of the workers […]

Horse Work: Stable Jobs

Published by • Jul 31st, 2007 • Category: Horse Work

by Rebecca Shyly, age 11 Are you a horse crazy girl? If you are, well listen up. This summer if you have any free time and would like to earn a little extra cash here are some ideas that include horses. STABLE HAND. If there any local stables around you home, they probably have plenty […]

Will Work for Food

Published by • Mar 27th, 2007 • Category: Horse Work, International Horse, LeadMare Tales

The light from the morning sun is nearly blinding as we glide across the rolling, snow-covered land. The cold makes my skin feel stiff, like a thin layer of ice. I can’t control the ear-to-ear grin, even if it means my cheeks will crack. The movement feels like slow dancing, swaying to soft music with a rhythm of hooves sinking in snow, harnesses clanking and horses breathing…