I never know what to expect when I head up to the barn at feeding time. Usually Jo greets me (or, at least, the milk

When my cell phone rang a bit after 9:00am and I noticed the caller ID, I braced for bad news. Tabitha was calling from the

One wince was enough to convince me that something wasn’t right. Hermione tensed up with pain just shifting her weight before she even started to

I’ve never put too much faith in "equine understanding." Horses just don’t see things the same way humans do. But the past few days have

Blue’s behavior was puzzling. While maiden mares will occasionally reject their foals (the Mar. 3 issue of The Blood-Horse includes an article mentioning that the

So Jo and Blue weren’t going to be re-introduced. Deciding to go this route was the easy part, and I think all parties–especially Blue and

While Hermione and Jo got to know each other, I talked with Chris and Tabitha about where we were headed–with a day-old filly who needed

Exotic Blue never wavered from her decision. Overnight, we trekked up to the barn every two hours to make sure that the filly was getting

Dr. Friend administered some sedatives so that Blue would calm down. After the tranquilizers had started to take effect, we guided the filly to her

Two hours later when the foal hadn’t yet stood or nursed, I started to worry. The filly’s only attempts to stand were hampered by contracted

Valentine’s Day was another frozen day in an unusually long cold spell in Central Kentucky. My seven-year-old Thoroughbred broodmare, Exotic Blue, looked comically distorted, with

This is a test. As you’ll find out, it’s a test in more ways than one. For the next few weeks, I would like to