Horses Archives - Barbara Ellin Fox

Are These Horses Blindfolded?

How Do They See? Fly masks come in all sorts of shapes and colors. Some are made from net. In my opinion the most durable are made from textilene, a vinyl mesh fabric. Textilene

Is this Horse Red?

As a child, my first horse’s name was Red. The name held no great imagination, but that was his name when my dad bought him. He was a bright chestnut with a flaxen mane

A Conversation with Reno is More Than Words

Sometimes, even on very nice days, Reno has to spend a few hours during the afternoon in his stall because, um, just like his horse mom, he tends to overeat. He’s never happy when

Thirty-nine years ago today an Arabian filly of royal parentage was born in Poland. *Arosa’s sire, *El Paso, was the US and Canadian National Champion who sold for a million dollars. *Arosa’s dam (mother),

Saying Goodbye to Chippy

Anyone who has animals knows that sooner or later you must face end of life issues. It’s especially hard when the time comes for a longtime friend, like Chocolate Chip. Today was her day

Writer, What Size is This Horse?

Knowing how to talk about the size of a horse might seem like a mundane topic but a writer should know certain trigger words because their incorrect use is a dead giveaway to horse lovers.

Plans, Planning, and Change

I live by plans, whether it is the future with the horses, teaching riding, training, or writing. I have a plan for everything, my horses, my manuscripts, both fiction and non-fiction. Teaching Riding When

What Reno Taught Me About Rodeo

Reno is my BLM mustang who was captured by the government during the horrendous Calico round-up in Northern Nevada. In fact, his HMA (herd management area) Granite Range is the setting for my current

Morning in the Barn

Morning in the barn is a favorite time for me. I love the sounds and the interaction with the animals. Hoping to find a way to share my blessings with you, I took photos

When Did I First Love Horses? or Blame it on Bubbles & Peanut

When did I first love horses? Not exactly a burning question for anyone other than myself, but every now and then, when I survey the Missouri farm and multiple horses in the pasture, I wonder—How did

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