Palomino, tobiano, blood bay or blue roan, it’s easy to get caught up in the color of a horse’s coat.

Playful foals, newborn calves, wildflowers, branding irons, the smell of fly spray in the air—yes folks, spring is here!

The horsemanship journey follows curves, detours and bumps along the way to better connecting with the horse.

I must confess: I get my thrills at horse sales.

My rope, Old Trusty, has found a new role, and she’s back in action.

They may not win ribbons or big prizes, but everyday using horses earn their keep.

My old pair of tapaderos remind me of a bone-chilling winter task.

Whether this old wives’ tale for predicting foal gender works or not, it’s entertaining.

The beginning of 2016 means we have a whole new set of colts to start.

For Luke and I, the month of December is a time to hit the reset button.