Timmy and His Pink Dinosaur

27 May
Timmy and Hershey

Timmy and Hershey

Timmy was given his mom’s dinosaur (her old flip phone) to take pictures at the farm and to carry around like all the other teens do today. Timmy is seventeen, but he will be perpetually six. He is a constant fixture at my farm and he represents Raise Your Dreams Farm prouder than I do. He does not take off his RYD Farm sweatshrts unless they are being washed. He carries brochures, just in case he runs into someone that wants to find out about his “job” at the farm. He talks of nothing else, but the horses and the people that are graced to know this precious soul.

This day was special. He would be like all of the other teenagers at the farm. As soon as he got out of the car that morning, he held the phone to his ear and pretended that he was having a conversation, hoping that everyone would ask him about his newest acquisition.

Never mind that it is pink, he carried it with pride. Timmy is always the last one to leave the farm, and it is during this time that he shows his real thoughts without the pressure of having to fit in. He was eager to show me that there were built in songs on his phone that he could listen to.

I asked him about this music and he said, “Right here, the ring tones!” Now to most, we would not qualify ring tones as music. But to Timmy this was the top twenty songs and he was proud to play each one to me and give me a commentary of his critique.

The choices for ring tones were-
“Pick It Up!”
“Who’s Calling?”
“What Do They Want?”
“Hello! Hello!”

“Miss Jill, this is what the cool kids listen to and he played,’Pick It Up'” It was a jingle that sounded similar to a rap.

With that he held the pink phone to his ear and danced like a chicken lifting his legs high and jerking his head forward and back.

I could not help my spontaneous laughter. Surely I had hurt his feelings, I thought. I tried to control my laughter and he walked towards me. Instead of being upset with me, he just wrapped his arms around me and started laughing too.

That is the simplistic beauty of Timmy. He can dance with abandon to ring tones, especially, “Pick It Up!” Because he is cool like all of the other teenagers. He has a “pink dinosaur” and therefore he fits into the ever changing teenage cool zone.

I am wealthy beyond measure and everyday I am reminded of it! I have people at this farm that bless me with an abundance of riches.

Thanks Timmy for making me laugh, you are PRICELESS!

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Memorial Day- A Day of Gratitude

26 May

Memorial Day 2008 Riderless HorseTo all of the valiant men and women who paid the ultimate price for our freedom- I am deeply grateful!

Hmm, this tastes just like fresh frog!

21 May
Timmy with his beloved, "Big and Bad" Brutus.

Timmy with his beloved, “Big and Bad” Brutus.

“Mom, this cough drop tastes awful!” Timmy had been nursing a sore throat for a week and it was not getting better. His mother had suggested he should nurse it with a cough drop.

“This tastes just like frog, Yuck!” with that he threw it out. His mom on the other hand just caught what he said and asked him to elaborate.

“Well, at the farm, I am building a pond and putting frogs and fish in it from the stream. I was playing with a big bull frog the other day and I forgot to wash my hands and accidentally put my fingers in my mouth. It did not taste too good, kinda like that yucky cough drop,” his eyes twinkled with delight at the horror on his mother’s face.

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I Taught Him How to Do This…………………..NOT!

18 May

I cannot lie, I did not train my horse to sit.  He just does it on his own.  He actually sits like this for a few moments before he gets up and we all laugh at him.  I think he does it just because he can.  I kid the students and tell them that I taught him how to do this.


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Pumpkin, you sit so well!

Pumpkin, you sit so well!

The Employee of the Month is……………………………

5 May


Bradley with horse capturing equipment, feed, halters, and lead lines!

Bradley with horse capturing equipment, feed, halters, and lead lines!


Woodstown, NJ is a small farming community located in southern Salem County. It is where I bought my horse farm, and it is here that I have learned that your best friends come in all sizes and shapes.

Bradley works at the local feed store, Ice and Coal, because that’s what it provided when the town was first established. It is here that you can find livestock feed, paint, gourmet chocolates, and baby chicks. Conversation flows easily, thanks to Doug, the owner. He has his hand on the pulse of the community. It is here that you are called by your first name, or for the older folks, by their surnames with respect.

You cannot be in a rush to pick up your supplies; surely, there will be a rich conversation that draws you in to the warmth embrace of a family here at Ice and Coal. It is not beyond Doug to stop by to see how you are if he has not seen you in a while. One day, I was short on feed and I called to see if they were still open. They had just closed. Doug reassured me that the feed would be waiting for me on the dock. “Pay me later!” he said.

This is the place that I found comfort in being a “farmer” with the older folks that astound me with their wisdom and colorful stories. The workers have worked there for thirty and forty years telling stories of the old times, when farmers would deliver their corn and oats to be made into horse and cow feed. They are strong and healthy from lifting hundred pound sacks of grain, fencing supplies, and hay.

Bradley is unlike his peers. He is frequently found under his tractor. Strength and wisdom is in his heart. Though he is a senior in high school, many people frequently mistake him for being older. Bradley is my neighbor, this is defined by living within five miles of me, and he has done a few small jobs at my farm. He has plowed my fields, fixed my tractor, and now that he works at Ice and Coal, loads up my truck with horse feed, treats, salt licks, bran mash, and whatever else I need.

That’s why I was shocked when he flew down my driveway. I knew there was something wrong, and I quickly met him outside.

“Jill, horses are loose at the end of the road! I don’t know whose they are, but I figured you could help me capture them!” At the end of the road is a very busy road for this farming community and it could be disastrous. Horses loose on this road could mean death to the surprised drivers.

I grabbed feed, halters, lead ropes and grabbed my keys. We both climbed into my very crowded truck. We drove to the end of the road and found three very upset horses. We captured them and Bradley walked them back to their farm with me. As we walked, I started asking him about his knowledge of horses and that’s when he said he was not all that familiar with them, he just wanted to help.
Maybe that’s why I think he should be Employee of the Month! He goes above and beyond what is expected of him. How refreshing to know this young man is not afraid to help others, even those that he does not know.

By the way, he was very late to school that day, but I think it should be excused; it is not every day that someone gets to rescue countless lives!
Bradley, you are an outstanding young man! Thanks for always keeping a cool mind and doing what is right!

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Save the Babies Game

30 Apr

For all those that teach- I came across this blog and found it not only informative but had great ideas! Hope you enjoy!

Lessons in Therapeutic Riding

One of our instructors in training played this super cute game with her young riders today, so I asked if I could share it on the blog. I’m not sure what its name was, but this is what I named it.

Save the Babies Game

Supplies/Arena Setup

  • 3 barrels and 2 sign posts or jump stands – clustered on one side of the arena
  • 4 upright poles – down centerline
  • Baby animals – scattered throughout these two areas
  • 2 T poles with rings and 2 ground poles – on the other side of the arena
  • Mama animals – somewhere else in the arena

So it looks like this:

Kaits Game

How to play:

  • Explain to the riders that the obstacles on the ground (barrels, etc.) are the Grand Canyon, and the poles down the centerline are the Forest, and the poles on the ground are the Bridge.
  • Point out that the baby animals are…

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Calming Signals: Are You Listening?

30 Apr

This is amazing- please take a moment to read it!

Relaxed & Forward: AnnaBlakeBlog

WMcalmingcue If you are standing next to your horse and he looks away, do you think he’s distracted or even disrespectful? When your horse yawns, is he sleepy or bored? If he moves slowly, is he lazy? These are important cues from your horse, are you hearing him correctly?

When it comes to communicating with horses, some humans are a bit like a self-obsessed rock star who throws a temper tantrum and trashes the room, but then assumes everyone wants his autograph. By equine standards, we ignore those around us and begin by screaming bloody-murder and escalate from there. Part of respecting a horse is remembering that their senses are much keener than ours. We can whisper.

It is just like man’s vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.  ~Mark Twain. 

Horses give us calming signals, just like dogs. Norwegian dog…

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Part 1 Arabian Horses / Horse Photography

30 Apr

I love it when someone captures the essence of the horse. These pictures are beautiful. What do you think?

Lynda Graveline's Blog

Spent the day photographing some beautiful arabian horses up in Smiths Falls. These horses were SO quiet, even their 2yr old stud colt could probably be handled by a small child.

More pictures to come!

 Mom & Daughter

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Hats Off To Those That Go After Their Dreams!

18 Apr
Judith and her beloved Beastie, a.k.a. Buttons

Judith and her beloved Beastie, a.k.a. Buttons

“Do you teach adults how to ride horses? Like older adults?” the phone call came in on a cool Spring day.

“Of course!” I answered with excitement. At one time I was in her position; I did not take formal riding lessons until I was an adult. I have a special place in my heart for adult riders.

“Like 70 year old adults? I am going to a dude ranch and I would like to learn how to ride before I go. Our whole family is meeting there and we would love to ride horses. I just thought it might be a good idea to learn how to ride. I would like to learn how to ride Western because that’s what they do there,” her voice grew in confidence.

“I WOULD LOVE to teach you! I have a trainer that teaches Western. May I just offer a suggestion to take a few lessons in English?” I then explained the difference and why it would be beneficial to ride in the English saddle. She said that she would be open to my suggestion and we set up a time for her to come out and meet me, my horses, and the farm.

Her husband, known as “her better half” pulled up in their environmentally conscious electric car. She was beautiful, tall, lithe, strong, and balanced. She shared that she works out at the gym and it was evident. Her husband of fifty plus years made himself at home in one of our Adirondack chairs with one of our Great Pyrenees sitting by his side. He laughed; he said he was fine, though all we could see was white fluff and his hand stroking the massive dog. You could see the love they have for one another, and being mugged by a dog was worth the sacrifice for his wife’s riding lesson.

I was getting excited to work with her. She met all of the horses and she fell in love with Buttons, our very bad draft cross pony. He is not dangerous, but he likes to push his boundaries with all riders, even me! I thought he may be a great mount for her because he was low enough and certainly sturdy enough for her. At first getting Judith on the pony was a struggle; her aching joints did not always cooperate. Getting off of the horse was even worse for her and that’s when she shared that it was painful for her to step off of a curb.

Time passed and her strength, coordination, stamina, and skills increased. She and Buttons became quite the pair and she even nick-named him Beastie. This was an appropriate name because he would butt her with his head and nudge her for pets if she was not paying attention to him. She said that she did not know that horses had so much personality. What she did not realize was that she picked the biggest personality at the farm.

Judith now trots and her goal is to canter and jump before her 73 birthday. At the dude ranch, all of the horses got spooked and spun taking off. Judith stayed on and she said that she attributes it to the dreaded English saddle. She now kisses the English saddle and a fuzzy beastie named Buttons. She gets on with the grace of a ballerina and gets off without groaning in pain because there is no more pain. Walking off of curbs is no longer a problem and she attributes it to horseback riding.

Judith, you are the BEST RIDER at Raise Your Dreams Farm and am grateful to teach you and come to know you and your awesome family! You have been an inspiration to ALL of us here. I am frequently told how you have inspired others to go after their dreams.

I will certainly keep all abreast of the day that Judith finally canters and jumps! Now all we need to do is get her to a show!

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Is This My Good Side? Does My Butt Look Too Big? How About My Hair?

16 Apr
Hershey doing what he loves best- Showing ALL how it is done!

Hershey doing what he loves best- Showing ALL how it is done!

He is dark, jet black, one pristine white star perches on his broad brow, his eyes are large and expressive, and he was known as Chuck. I bought this young thoroughbred for my experienced riders that needed to be sharpened by this inexperienced 1200 pound of rippling horse flesh.

The first day that I brought him to the farm, all I heard was’ “OOOOH!”

He pranced and sashayed around the ring with his tail in full flag glory. He struck the ground deliberately and we paused to hear thunder emit from the trembling earth. He would rear, buck, and then leap in the air for no reason but to show his awesome power and coordination.

I must admit, I was in awe too. He was beautiful to watch. We would spontaneously break out into applause because he was dancing to a song that we could all hear.

We took our phones out to capture this magical performance. That’s when he abruptly stopped and swung wide to pose for this photo opportunity. We laughed thinking that this was a coincidence.

Then he found the mirror in the riding ring. He stopped, pranced, snorted and shook his mighty head. Then he tentatively took one step forward placing his toe in the sand. He stretched his neck out and gave the mirror a touch with his quivering velvety nose. He gave a big sniff and then realized that this was only his reflection.

That’s when he whirled around showing his flank. He glanced around as if to admire his rippling muscles. Then he pranced to the other side of the mirror and shook his head, as if he were upset with his hair.

We took out our cameras to capture him and as soon as we put the cameras to our eyes, he stopped and stared at us. This was not a coincidence, this was a horse obsessed.

Today, this beautiful black beauty is named Hershey. He has inspired, amused and captured all of us here at Raise Your Dreams Farm. He goes to shows and when the audience claps he almost bows. He still prances in front of mirrors and if you have a camera, watch out because he is coming over.

The other day, Hershey did not want to be moved to another field. A parent was observing the kids, when she said, “Watch out kids, I will get him to move!” She brushed away the halter and lead line. She grabbed her camera and walked into the other field. Hershey immediately responded. Mission accomplished, all with the simplicity of a phone and a very vain horse.

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