<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:53:26.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergo Equus</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm sure there are a lot of other blogs about horses out there, but I love them and wanted to write about them!  Suggestions are welcome; I hope only to share a little of what I learn as I learn it and learn a little more in the process.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-3577852231452771393</id><published>2009-11-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:52:48.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409583172857968274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SxKzPAkhNpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cJV-hTf28IA/s200/uni159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry for the detour...well, not really sorry!  I love unicorns, don't you?  I'm still not convinced that unicorns never existed and I'm still determined that they will again someday!  In the meantime, I have to settle for admiring pictures of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, the unicorn represents a lot of the greatest equine mythology.  Many people probably know (or at least think they know) more about unicorns than about horses.  :-)  Actually, the true unicorn wasn't just a horse with a horn...but I think the best-looking ones are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the best quotes I ever heard about unicorns was this one, with an excellent point regarding the possibility of their having existed:  "To regard the unicorn as wholly fabulous and a product of fancy is an absurd and arbitrary position, and we would do well to remember that if the elephant and giraffe and camel should once die out they too, on account of their strange forms, would be thought fabulous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-3577852231452771393?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/3577852231452771393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/3577852231452771393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/3577852231452771393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe...?!'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SxKzPAkhNpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cJV-hTf28IA/s72-c/uni159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-8299389398145990457</id><published>2009-10-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:50:51.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SunvaDvDm1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qsGHErItNfM/s1600-h/Arab+for+AJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398108859338562386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SunvaDvDm1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qsGHErItNfM/s200/Arab+for+AJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To me, this is the ultimate example of how things can apply in more than one place. I was looking for a picture that would illustrate one of my favorite Shakespeare quotes. See if you've ever heard these famous lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,&lt;br /&gt;Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,&lt;br /&gt;High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see, the horse pictured doesn't display all the above-mentioned conformation. A few fit, of course--the high crest and small head, for example, are typical of many wellbred horses. But the horse Shakespeare was describing was of the Spanish type, with long feathers and a chunkier build than this Arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as I've said before, and while I still generally prefer Spanish horses, this horse reminded me of the last lines of the above stanza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,&lt;br /&gt;Save a proud rider on so proud a back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-8299389398145990457?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/8299389398145990457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/8299389398145990457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/8299389398145990457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-beauty.html' title='On Beauty'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SunvaDvDm1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qsGHErItNfM/s72-c/Arab+for+AJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-1191013841423426655</id><published>2009-10-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:53:16.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StSDWt-pApI/AAAAAAAAADs/re2LRcinJo4/s1600-h/Zobeyni.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392079080192017042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StSDWt-pApI/AAAAAAAAADs/re2LRcinJo4/s200/Zobeyni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Look at this guy! Isn't he awesome? I just love this picture (in case you couldn't tell). :-) Seriously, though, isn't this one of the things we love about horses? I don't mean the runaway, disobedient ones...and please don't evaluate this painting by Western civilization's natural horsemanship standards. I like those, I generally use them, but look at this for its sheer beauty, its spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways, this painting shows the quintessential old-style Arabian horse -- nobly bred, fiery tempered, exquisitely made. For my part, I've always loved the Spanish and Barb types and have long defended them against the apparently global preference for the Arabian and Thoroughbred. Yet no one can deny the glory of the other. While I still don't think it's fair to claim that the Arab is the most beautiful (beauty is in the eye of the beholder), it certainly is a gorgeous animal in its own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then too, there is an awesome quote, probably meant to describe the Arab and accurately so, for while other breeds may qualify as well, this definitely describes the purebred Arabian horse, especially as seen in the painting above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"As old as time itself and as fleet as its flying moments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-1191013841423426655?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/1191013841423426655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/1191013841423426655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/1191013841423426655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/spirit.html' title='Spirit'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StSDWt-pApI/AAAAAAAAADs/re2LRcinJo4/s72-c/Zobeyni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-1152640502751842880</id><published>2009-10-11T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:34:52.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StIXCkafZ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/mrmbIBXXe3c/s1600-h/bWuetlembergThoroughbreds.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391397036817868770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StIXCkafZ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/mrmbIBXXe3c/s200/bWuetlembergThoroughbreds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Each leg in its gallop seems to stream with a rush of speed as though from a bucket of water poured o'er the field. ~ Arabian poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Have you ever watched a horse run? It doesn't seem to matter the breed or size of horse -- there's always something exciting about watching a good gallop. I know a lot of people enjoy riding a good gallop, but for my own part I prefer a nice trot or canter when I'm riding. But oh, how I love to watch them run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Every horse runs differently. There is something majestic about a beautiful Andalusian or Friesian, looking like an ancient warhorse with mane and tail flying. There's the thrill of seeing a Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred stretched out at top speed, breaking records that other breeds can't come close to matching. There's the heart-stopping thunder of a draft horse pounding across a field and the joyful leap of a pony or small horse hurrying in for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't know about you, but whenever I go to feed a friend's horse and I hear galloping hooves, I hurry to the door of the barn so I can see them coming, just for the fun of it! Do you like to watch horses run? Stop and pay attention sometime...how does your horse run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-1152640502751842880?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/1152640502751842880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/speed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/1152640502751842880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/1152640502751842880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/StIXCkafZ-I/AAAAAAAAADk/mrmbIBXXe3c/s72-c/bWuetlembergThoroughbreds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-2825612417070398409</id><published>2009-10-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:26:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Well Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Ss9V-O1_4tI/AAAAAAAAADM/8nN1eXg5O6s/s1600-h/uWestphalian--Avenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390621806610604754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Ss9V-O1_4tI/AAAAAAAAADM/8nN1eXg5O6s/s200/uWestphalian--Avenger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I was looking for a Winston Churchill quote and I found one...but not the one I was looking for. :-) I like this one though: "No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle." Anyone who has worked (or played!) with horses knows how true that is. Of course, I suppose it could prove false if someone is handling a horse wrong or being unkind to it, but when human becomes one with the horse it's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I read somewhere that the horse is the best teacher because it will throw a prince as quickly as it will its groom. (If I find that quote, I'll put it on here too.) On the other hand, horses are also among the most patient of teachers. I haven't had as much riding experience as most "horsepeople," but I can vouch for many a horse that put up with my meager attempts at trying to communicate that they did better than I could have done in their horseshoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For my part, I believe God created the horse so that we could experience just such things: patience, beauty, and the unconditional love that only animals seem able to offer. I'm glad that He gave us these awesome creatures and I hope that I ride every time I get on so that no hour of my life is lost that is spent in the saddle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-2825612417070398409?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/2825612417070398409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-well-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/2825612417070398409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/2825612417070398409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-well-spent.html' title='Time Well Spent'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Ss9V-O1_4tI/AAAAAAAAADM/8nN1eXg5O6s/s72-c/uWestphalian--Avenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-5298122658932135615</id><published>2009-10-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:45:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SsoikQMsIfI/AAAAAAAAADE/ye2G3XlKzB8/s1600-h/Veneno+(Paso+Fino).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157910321046002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SsoikQMsIfI/AAAAAAAAADE/ye2G3XlKzB8/s200/Veneno+(Paso+Fino).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have a question for you: Do you talk to your horse? While we're at it, do you talk to other people's horses? What about other animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am a firm believer that animals understand at least the sense of what we're saying, and sometimes more. Also, most animals are better listeners than most people, although personality accounts for a great deal of this and can create exceptions in both cases. :-) As a rule, though, horses are good listeners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I talk to horses. Since I don't have one of my own, this means I talk to other people's horses. Sometimes they pay attention to me; sometimes they don't. This often depends on whether I am close enough to be heard and whether or not they have their heads buried in a feed bucket. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you don't talk to horses, I recommend that you try it sometimes. Especially if you're feeling down. Horses have a way of making you feel better. They also like it when you talk while you're working around them. Softly, of course -- nobody, not even a horse, likes to be yelled at. The next time you're working with a horse, especially if you're a little nervous, try talking quietly to them. You may find out that you both settle down...and that makes for a better and happier experience for everyone involved. How true that quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse." ~ R.S. Surtees: &lt;em&gt;Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-5298122658932135615?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/5298122658932135615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/5298122658932135615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/5298122658932135615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SsoikQMsIfI/AAAAAAAAADE/ye2G3XlKzB8/s72-c/Veneno+(Paso+Fino).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-3520072491680744140</id><published>2009-09-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:26:33.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Humbler Equine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Sry_neSf7UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/akXigCg7F7g/s1600-h/bDonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385389939294727490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Sry_neSf7UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/akXigCg7F7g/s200/bDonkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In all this talk about horses, let's not forget that this blog is named for Equus -- that is, all kinds of equines. One friend that wrote me back about it mentioned that where she lives in Africa, hardly anyone owns horses. Instead, most people there use donkeys. Also, instead of riding them, they use them for carrying things. For example, she said they have two donkeys at their university that are used for carrying milk from the farm to the cafeteria or marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Donkeys are very smart and apparently have excellent memories. My friend said these donkeys don't even have to have a person with them; they will still get where they are supposed to go. She even said that if a car comes along on the road they are traveling on, they can get off the side of the road without spilling the milk! Cool critters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I would like to include some of my favorite quotes in these posts and when my friend wrote me about this, I immediately thought of a poem I once read called The Donkey. I hope you like it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When fishes flew and forests walked&lt;br /&gt;And figs grew upon thorn,&lt;br /&gt;Some moment when the moon was blood&lt;br /&gt;Then surely I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;With monstrous head and sickening cry&lt;br /&gt;And ears like errant wings,&lt;br /&gt;The devil's walking parody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;On all four-footed things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The tattered outlaw of the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Of ancient crooked will;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I keep my secret still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fools! For I also had my hour;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One far fierce hour and sweet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There was a shout about my ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And palms before my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-3520072491680744140?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/3520072491680744140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/humbler-equine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/3520072491680744140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/3520072491680744140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/humbler-equine.html' title='A Humbler Equine'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/Sry_neSf7UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/akXigCg7F7g/s72-c/bDonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-7168919081614956189</id><published>2009-09-21T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:26:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrfVdc19DVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TQMy8Eoi4UA/s1600-h/mWildSilhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006581480131922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrfVdc19DVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TQMy8Eoi4UA/s200/mWildSilhouette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mentioned another, more dramatic quote in my last post and thought I'd include it here. This one is anonymous; I found it in a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look back at our struggle for freedom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trace our present day's strength to its source;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll find that man's pathway to glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is strewn with the bones of a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A solemn thought indeed, but a very true one. One need only think of terrible moments in the history of the cavalry in order to justify it -- look at The Charge of the Light Brigade. Horses have always served men and women courageously and unquestioningly. May we endeavor to be as good to them as they deserve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to add something that a friend of mine drew to my attention. There are many horses in the world right now that don't have a home or need a new one. She recommended that people who are interested in getting a horse consider adopting a mustang or a PMU horse. I'm sure there are many sites out there with more info; a quick search on my part brought up this one: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pmurescue.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pmurescue.org/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Even in hard times, let's not forget our friends the horses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-7168919081614956189?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/7168919081614956189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/7168919081614956189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/7168919081614956189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrfVdc19DVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TQMy8Eoi4UA/s72-c/mWildSilhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970853560758189089.post-2912220360540498545</id><published>2009-09-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:47:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note of Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrPxaFE4RxI/AAAAAAAAABk/WsiyIH1STEs/s1600-h/pOdysseus.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911409979410194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrPxaFE4RxI/AAAAAAAAABk/WsiyIH1STEs/s200/pOdysseus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, anyone who knows me knew this was coming. If one is supposed to blog about things that one is interested in or knows something about, then I must blog on horses. :-) I don't claim to be an expert on them, but I love them. Ergo--therefore--I write about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't yet know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I will write about them, but as in my other blog I'm sure that will come. In the meantime, suggestions are welcome. I hope that 1) if you love horses as much as I do, you will enjoy this blog, and 2) if you don't, that you will at least find it interesting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot, in this introduction, exclude one of my all-time favorite quotes about horses, by John Trotwood Moore: "Wherever man has left his footprint in the long ascent from barbarism to civilization,we will find the hoofprint of a horse beside it." There is another, possibly more powerful, quote but whatever your political or "creation/evolutionary" opinions, I'm sure you can agree with this one. May we continue to find the hoofprints of horses alongside the prints of "their" people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970853560758189089-2912220360540498545?l=ergoequus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/feeds/2912220360540498545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-of-explanation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/2912220360540498545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970853560758189089/posts/default/2912220360540498545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ergoequus.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-of-explanation.html' title='A Note of Explanation'/><author><name>BravoWR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743426141274735405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SqbwE46P37I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UVmPvggzzRw/S220/Majestad4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_09r2dy77-Y8/SrPxaFE4RxI/AAAAAAAAABk/WsiyIH1STEs/s72-c/pOdysseus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
