Amy Young horses are like young children, portable entertainment units. Have a child by your side, and you’re bombarded by an endless stream of questions. Each answer seems to lead into another question, then another and another. The curiosity of a child is insatiable. The curiosity of
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Thow-ra and Kunama My third horse was a weanling palomino filly, I named Kunama. The word is Australian Aboriginal, and means snow, which I thought perfect for a horse with white mane and tail. When out riding, I always took her along. That filly learned all about
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Riding the Dream. To own her own pony, is almost every little girl’s dream, and I was no exception. After riding every horse in the neighbourhood for years, I finally had my own. Thow-ra was my every dream come true. I thought she was beautiful, she was
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Special Edition Anyone who follows my ‘Tails’ have read that I got into this ‘equine affliction’, all on my own. Saved for years to buy my first horse by the age of fifteen, cared for and paid their expenses myself, and did so without complaint. The
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Cantering Kidd Recalling competitive trail rides on Robin, reminds me of some that stick in my mind, but with that big wingnut, Sundance Kidd. I did compete with him a few times, even in competitive trail, though he didn’t do great at vet checks, as he was
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