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Twenty years ago, I became a cowboy. I always wanted to be a cowboy ever since I was a little girl living in Wyoming. Twenty years ago, at age 39 I became a cowboy. Being a cowboy has nothing to do with twenty years present I now own a tame steer named “Puddles.”
Puddles stands five […]

Last March 2005, I was watching a program on PBS when a notice appeared about ” Texas Ranch House Reenactment.” Like Santa, I flew from my seat and raced to the computer and looked up ” Texas Ranch House’” I filled out the application faster than you could say ” On Donner! On Blitzen! On […]

Simply put, I simply love my Morgan Mares. I just do. Currently I own five (or six) Morgan mares if you count the one mare that lives with a teenage girl about two miles away from home.
I use my mares at home on the ranch. These mares earn their shoes. They pull carriages for weddings […]

Today was a good day. Today arrived with the morning foggy and dreary. The trees dripped moisture onto the already soggy ground. The air was cold and damp. I had a difficult time getting the fire started. Today started well. I walked out and called the mares in. They came in running, stopped and each […]

I know better. I really do know better. Last night things were strange. Who knows why or if there even is really a “why?” The horses were restless and I couldn’t sleep so I read the night away. Saturday night –sleepless in Eagle Point …a good book in hand at 3 am on Sunday morning.
Finally […]

I love him like he is my little brother. By Carole Mercer
I am no longer sure how Randy Wolf organized this local cattle gather on a Saturday afternoon, but he did. Randy organized Jeff and me into helping move a herd of about 50 cows from one field to the next field. Randy also needed […]

September 2, 2006 by Carole L. Mercer
The present passed this summer.
Old man Gerry Black died.
His library of knowledge
Burned down with his death.
I studied under his harsh, knowing, ways with horses.
He was old- then – maybe-
Only ten years older than I now am.
I was his legs and his arms with the horses.
He was my will.
And the […]

My parents were sure I was an alien born into a family of non-horse people.
My parents didn’t even really like horses.
The first horse I really remember was a big brown gelding named Fisher. He lived behind our house on 10,000 BLM acres outside of Sheridan, Wyoming. I must have been about four years old. My […]

This is not the parade. Just last night’s sun set here. Very cold at night. Wonderful during the day. Cheers,Carole

Mother Nature is still playing games with her weather antics. Yesterday she went from warm, to cold, to windy, to hail, to colder to warm and then back to cold and windy. I started some fallen twigs bonfires while it was warm and sunny.(I can legally do some agricultural burning this month.) Mother Nature quickly […]