Highland Acres Stables

10/12/2023

When the f did they decide to add rain tonight...

06/29/2023

I need a gooseneck trailer hauled from Columbus to Cincinnati....furniture but no horse....anyone interested?

01/28/2023

Since when is a business establishment with stated hours of operation til 10 allowed to lock their doors at 945....Eastgate Kroger. Why don't they start checking your shopping list if you go in after 9 to make sure you're out by 10. Customer service is not what it used to be. When I worked retail I would have been fired for that......back in the day when you could be held accountable for your actions and actually fired.

11/30/2022

Totally agree with this....

I saw a post today about a rodeo horse who died during a run.

“He died doing what he loved”.

Thousands of people offered condolences to the family for their loss and discussed how heartwarming and powerful this moment was. But, these events are a tragedy for all those involved.

NO horse should have to be ridden to death. I understand older horses are safer and that they are so well conditioned that they seem as though they love their job. But well-conditioned behaviour does not = love. These are horses that are likely too tired, too shut down or too fearful of consequences to stop.

Additionally, NO child should be placed in a situation where their companion is at risk to die under them, for both their physical safety and their mental health.

Horses deserve a proper retirement and to be allowed to slow down. I have seen one too many lessons horses and steady eddies being ridden with heavy punishment until their very last day. Horses who have dedicated 30 years of their life to these lesson programs are still ridden, jumped and raced multiple times a week while being pumped full of medication that keeps them “sound” enough to continue.

We always say lesson horses are a special brand of horses, and they are. Their patience, kindness and gentle nature are unmatched but they don’t owe us anything and they sure don’t need to have a “job” until the very moment they die. It’s not an honour for a horse to die during a high-stress event. Not a single being on this planet would choose that way to go.

Not only should this not happen it most definitely shouldn’t to be glorified.

11/29/2022

Lol true...or a quarter horse😀

11/29/2022

Yep

11/28/2022

I am definitely a horse girl through and through ❤❤

She used to be a cowgirl before fear and doubt crept in. She used to swing a leg over any old horse in the corral and ride hell bent and fast over the land. She used to be a cowgirl before she was a mother and a wife. She used to be at the barn from sun-up to sundown before she was cooking breakfast, driving carpool and tending to heart matters. She used to be a cowgirl before the world called her to make a dollar. She used to train c**ts, craft leather and make goods to get by just to ride her horse another day instead. She used to be a cowgirl full of grit, faith and fearless before she doubted her ability and the horse she rode. She used say ‘what the hell’ and give it all she had. She used to be a cowgirl, but now she doesn’t just climb on the cold-backed, snorty c**t with a grin. She hesitates and is a little scared now and again. She used to be a cowgirl, but real life has changed her some as responsibilities pull at her heart, breaking it now and again. She wouldn’t change being a mother, a wife, or a bread winner for her family; those are great accomplishments. But if you see her starting to let the housework slide now and then, that she says it’s cereal for dinner, or she pays a late fee on the power bill, that’s because she’s reprioritizing her heart a little- she’s making room for the things that speak most to her. The barn, the outdoors, the horses, and her cowgirl spirit are calling. It’s her balance; a piece of her she’s not willing to give up. If you find her at the corral instead of the stove, she’s rekindling her heart flames and shoring up her foundation so she can be all she needs to those she loves. Because she used to be a cowgirl, and a damn good one at that.

Written by me, Heather Countryman ©