Sometimes even the best of friends must part. This is breaking my heart, but I will find him the perfect situation. Magneto the Magnificent is on the market.
To good home only. No dealers. Extraordinary 6 year old, 14.1 hands Arab quarter horse cross. Magneto the Magnificent. Beautiful mover. Excellent trail horse. Goes through water and over bridges. Rides well in company and alone. Three fluid and athletic gates. Stands for saddling, vet care, teeth floating, mounting and trimming. Very good with other horses. Turned out currently in a mixed herd of mares and geldings. Gets along great with mules and dogs. Does not mind cows. Trailers fine in a stock trailer or two horse. Sweet-natured and likes people. He will walk right up to you in the pasture. No problems to catch. Does not crib. Lives out in a pasture with run-in shed year round. Goes barefoot or in hoofboots. Four beautiful black hoofs. He requires an advanced intermediate rider. Goes on a very light rein. Has the potential for many different disciplines western dressage, English dressage, hunter pony, endurance, trail riding, eventing. Hoof trimming, worming and shots are all up to date. Only selling because he won’t make a pack horse. He’s too ticklish for the britchin and sliding loads. Special, loving home a must, must, must. Contact Julia for Price and details.
Today is the first of August. It's been a great summer here on our farm. It's a fecund year. Swarms of hummingbirds, flocks of goldfinches, twin fawns, lots of flowers, fruits and veggies. The hay has been cut and taken away. The horses and mules are all shiny and fit. Magneto is making good progress in his training. He barely reacts at all anymore to the saddle going on his back. Bernie's book is in an advanced state of editing, and a couple copies are now in the hands of two professional first readers.
The bald at the top of the mountain remains a beautiful destination to ride or walk to. It's different depending on the day. Some days it looks like it is sitting on the edge of a rainforest, and other days, under bright blue skies, it looks like it might be in Montana.
The pickle raft is afloat on the little pond, and the hammock is hung between the chestnut tree and the garage. Neither of these fine idle spots has seen much use this summer as there have been so many things to be done - horses to train, books to finish, ripe fruit to pick, salad patch to weed, potatoes to dig, fall garden to plant. Sunday was slated for the hammock, but Polly broke the stairs when she tried to come up them for breakfast, and the blueberries were ready to pick. So I picked blueberries, and Bernie rebuilt the stairs to support a mule visitor. Below is a photo essay of our farm during this June and July. I hope you enjoy it.