The Horse Chronicles
A journal from Pennsylvania

Journal Contents
For Gabriel, who gave me the incentive, and for the other Susie, who gave me everything else.
February 1997...the beginning of the journal

Enter Katie...the start of the partnerships

Spring is Coming...about love and death in the backyard

Killer Psycho Ponies...On "Blivets" and Darwin's Theories of Evolution as They May Apply To Human  Learning...We've Eliminated the Cavalry Charge From Your Repertoire: A Detailed Retrospective of a Blivet

The Big Red One...more love and death in the backyard

             There is a book in my barn. Waiting to be written. A silent sonnet with leave to speak to the calming delights of warm sunlight filtering through hay dust, and the smell of the horses skin and hair and sweat; the pain in my lower back from hauling hay and tending hooves; the aches in my knees and ankles and muscles from just one more hour in the saddle; the shuffle of Wally O'Bird's feathers up in the loft - a pigeon who has adopted the horses as a means to his daily ration of spilled oats on the floor; the wild kestrel who needs to sleep inside the barn with Wally, but only on the coldest, meanest nights; visits to the loft by tubby-tabby Thomas the cat who manages our varmint inventory; raids in the dark of night by the raccoons who like to come in and party in the sweet-feed bins …and, the pain of occasionally losing a friend.
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