FenRidge Farm

"Horses should be treated like women- Not to be bullied or deceived or neglected with impunity."

  --Will Goodall

FenRidge farm offers boarding, training and showing. 120 acres, access to miles of trails, large riding area with jumps, 20meter solid wall round pen and on site farrier services.  Proof of vaccinations and negative coggins required, daily worming included with board (and lots of other extras too).   Transportation to local shows, trail rides, Horse Trials, out of state USEA Horse Trials and other horse events can be arranged. 

Maiden through Prelim cross country course under construction.

 

Barn Rules (there was a recent thread on barn rules on one of the horse bulletin boards, not to be out done my boarders drafted the following):  

OK, no one can seem to find the barn rules and they were halarious.  The barn rules have been found.   You really would have to had followed the thread on the horse bulletin board for all of these to make sense, but you can imagine the rule by the anti-rule  below:

1.      No leaving hot dogs in cars (or hotdogs either… share)

 2.      No kissing dogs who eat poo (at least not in front of people… ick!)

 

3.      Gossip and cattiness required.  De-clawed humans must be kept in plastic bubbles for their own protection.

 

4.      Center of ring is reserved for gossip and cattiness.  Other riders must give way.

 

5.      Tack room doorway area is reserved for gossip and cattiness.

 

6.      Feed room is reserved for gossip and cattiness.

 

7.      Gossip and cattiness must be repeated for those who missed it the first, second or third times.

 

8.      If you go on vacation, leave the phone and room number where you'll be… so we can come join you!

 

9.      No helmet heads - fix your hair after you ride.

 

10.  Announce your approach to the ring, entry into the ring, presence in the ring, exit from the ring, and intent to do anything involving the ring.  Repeat the announcement of your presence in the ring at 5 minute intervals.

 

11.  Loose children will be fed to the barn cats.

 

12.  No biting horses.  Anyone caught biting a horse will be bitten back.

 

13.   Share your alcoholic beverages!

 

14.  Horses must be hand fed.

 

15.  Leave that poop!  What do you think you're paying for?

 

16.  No annoying habits.

 

17.  No flip-flops unless they're absolutely adorable.

 

18.  Do not touch the horses.

 

19.  Do not feed the horses.

 

20.  Do not look at the horses.

 

21.  Speak loudly and carry big beaters when approaching horses so they'll be sure to know you're there.

 

22.  Cribbers, wind suckers, weavers, and biters only.  Other bad habits will be considered on an individual basis.

 

24.     No late payments for board.  Any payments after the 5th of the month will not be accepted.

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AT FENRIDGE by Christina Johnston 2003

 

T'was the night before Christmas

And all through the farm

The horses were stirring

Around in the barn

 

The Crackpots were home

In their respective places

Tucked into beds

With bright smiley faces

 

But back in the stalls,

Though put in for the night

The horses of Fenridge

Knew "something's not right"

 

The nickers and neighs

And a lone, soft whinney

Said "hey, something's up"

Oh what can it be?

 

So Breeze, known as Spot

Said "I'll check it out"

And Ace opened his door,

And Breeze tip-hoofed right out

 

Silly Andy just shivered,

Silent Jake kept on sleeping

Brave Gem was on lookout

And Bart dream't 'bout eating.

 

Virgel was sleepy

And only peeked out

Over his stall door

To see what was about

 

Moet, he just noodled

And McFlurry, took fright

Just like Moonpie and Samson

Who were there for the night

The po's, Ma and Katie

Stood silently by,

Nolan, uncertain,

He started to cry.

 

The kids, Larry Big Head

And Romke (who's two)

Were too young to know

What to say or to do

 

Nate, Wagoner and Banker

Were looking wide-eyed

Around in their stalls

All inside and outside

 

Classy, Tuxedo

And Maddie and Charm

Soundly slept in their stalls

All was calm at their farms

 

But Olivia was hopping

Around in her glee

She knew what was up

As did Old Wise Robbie

 

For on the night before Christmas

Each year at this time

(I think it was maybe

A quarter to nine)

 

From out of the house

Comes a man, moving fast

To bring each horse of Fenridge

A holiday snack

 

He passes out carrots

He passes out crunchies

He passes out mints

And special horse munchies

 

He worked very quickly

And stayed to his task

And gave treats to the horses

Right down to the last

 

He finished his work

To each horse gave a pet

And returned to the house

Where Patricia still slept

 

And though it's a secret

That the horses won't share

It's the horse loving Matthew

Who plays Santa each year!

Haiku to the Wonderful Red coat

 

I have this great red coat that, admittedly, is getting a little worn, my boarders have threatened to hide it next time I wore it out, when I couldn't find it I wrote this poem for it.

 

 

 Wonderful red coat

 You have kept me warm and dry

 now you have vanished

 

 by Patricia

 

The replys I received back:

that was beautiful

i wipe a tear from my eye

shed for lost red coat

Big dogs visit barn

Red coat tug-o-war play ensues

Next play "Eat the Fluff"

  

 coat dispensing fire

 blazes higher when it's fed

 that should do the trick

  

 bleach and detergent

 scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub the coat!

 it is still brown. Yuck.

 

  windy windy day

 blow away dirty old coat!

 never to be found

 

 Such a happy day!

 Beloved red coat is found!

 (who will hide it next?)

 

Such a shame, poor coat

 Visions of heaven were yours.

 Once again barn bound??

 

 

 Love has made you real

 like the Velveteen Rabbit

 Is replacement likely?

 

 Patricia (I still wear the red coat, who could give into fashion fanatics?  I'm just careful where I leave it)

 

 

 

 

 

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