My morning ride

I ride early, now that summer temperatures are upon us. Wouldn't you know, the horses were at one of the furthest reaches of our place.

I rode to Napoleon and took pictures of the Missouri River from the elevator property there.

This was around 6:30 AM.

That's the G&S store in Napoleon. When we moved out here in the 70's, it was run by a fellow named Manuel. They kept a few groceries, and had lunch meat you could have sliced to order, many varieties: liver loaf, olive loaf, my favorite one, Iowa loaf. In spring they had bulk garden seeds, and I always bought my seeds there. The place had an "old-time, country store" flavor. Other people bought it and tried to keep it going, but after a few years they had to close for lack of business. It's sad to see it sitting empty now.


I was back home before 8, and found Cliff out in the shop already; the newest dog, Annie, woke him up whining after me when I left. I have to tie her up or she'll follow me onto the highway.

Good thing Cliff went to bed at 10 last night!

Wordless Wednesday

My horse, Blue, rolling after he was done taking me for a ride.

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Wordless Wednesday: My gentle horse's eye

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(To answer your questions from the comment section: Yes, my horse is that tame. And yes, I was that close.)

To shoe, or not to shoe?

Mankind has been putting shoes on horses for longer than you would imagine. That's my farrier, Randy, shoeing Blue. That's me holding onto Blue's lead rope and peeking over his shoulder.

I've considered it a necessity, with all the horses I've owned, to keep them shod if they are being ridden on any un-natural surface such as gravel or asphalt. I've let them go bare-foot through the winter when they weren't being ridden as much. The times I'd take them out on gravel roads unshod, they'd limp with almost every step.

And then I've always remembered the time, years ago, when Cliff's sister rode a pony on gravel so much that his hooves were worn down to nubs.

Paying the farrier is one of the major expenses of horse-keeping... $80 every six to eight weeks. Some horses seem to have a knack for losing shoes, which makes it more costly. I don't blame the farrier for the fee he asks, because shoeing a horse is a back-breaking job. And lots of horses aren't so easy to deal with.

The past two summers, my Blue has had a problem with shoes. His feet don't seem to grow fast, and when it was time to re-set the shoes, the nails had to be driven so close to where the preceding ones had been, it made the wall of his hooves weak, and they chipped and broke until the farrier eventually had to patch them with a cement-like substance; finally, I asked him to remove the shoes entirely, and I began feeding my horse supplements and unflavored gelatin, hoping to strengthen his hooves.

More and more, I was finding articles like this one on the Internet. And this one. In fact, just type "barefoot horse" or "shod horses" into Google, and you come up with dozens of people advocating no shoes, and very few voices heard from the other side of the coin.

It sounded good, but what about the way the horses limp when taken onto gravel unshod? They're obviously in pain.

I have a blogging buddy who is quite knowledgeable about horses, and I asked her about this. She told me that a horse's hooves will "toughen up" in about two months, just like a person's feet will when they go barefoot for awhile.

So I decided to test the theory. At first Blue would limp every time he'd hit gravel, and I'd do my best to keep him in the grassy areas beside the road. I do a great deal of my riding on farm ground down on the Missouri River bottom, so once I got there, we were home free anyway.

As time went on, the gravel affected Blue's stride less and less. Yesterday I rode for almost three hours, mostly on gravel roads, and he didn't limp or give to the rocks even once.

His feet look nicely trimmed, thanks to the wear they get. I notice his front feet have a strange wear pattern that might need attention, but I think perhaps Cliff and I could take care of that ourselves.

We'll see. It would be nice if I never had to pay a farrier again.

That picture across the top of my blog

I have to thank Mel for teaching me how to add a long, skinny picture at the top of this journal; I don't have it perfect, yet... but it works.

That's my Missouri Foxtrotting Horse, Blue, standing proud against the western sky in our pasture. If I didn't tell you, you'd never know that his tail is raised so proudly because he's pooping.

But I've told you. I'm sorry if this takes some of the mystique and glamor from my little home on the Internet here. But if you were to come visit me in Missouri and walk the pasture with me, you'd see horses pooping.

Watch where you step, both in my journal and in our pasture.

That's Just Me.