I have spent most of my horsey life traveling 20+ minutes to see my horses. There were a couple barns that were self service and within reasonable driving distance (both home and at school) but there is just something really annoying about paying someone three figures a month per horse just to rent some land–especially when that land doesn’t even have sustainable pastures.
On a seemingly unrelated note, I grew up in the Oakhaven neighborhood of Memphis. (901, bitches.) If you have ever been in such a part of the city, you probably wish you hadn’t. Oakhaven and its neighbor Victory Heights border the airport and a few industrial parks. Amongst its attractions you will find drug dealers, strip clubs and a surprisingly clean McDonalds. My grandparents lived on 10 acres in Victory Heights. As you can imagine, this is not the most sought-after chunk of land and has sat empty since my grandmother died in 2007.
Fast forward to December of 2012. Steven and I had just gotten married in late October and had moved in to a duplex in midtown. The horses were at a barn in Cordova which was a good 40 minute drive from us on a good day. I wasn’t terribly happy with either their care or the barn bill. I believe in a rather strange mix of “let them be horses” and “oh my God what do you mean you don’t weigh their food!?” so finding a boarding facility up to my standards and budget is rough.
And then my mom made the mistake of saying “Too bad mom’s property is in such a bad part of town.” Which prompted me to mull it over and finally decide: So what? I mean, I lived there for 9 years and was never shot. Not even once. Not even shanked a little. Sure, the house has been broken into (multiple times…) but it was very obviously empty at the time. There is a big difference between a thief and a brave thief.
And so we paid half a month’s board and my poor husband was charged with putting up a fence before we had to move them December 16th. We have done a lot of work and bought a lot of stuff and I have to feed them every morning before work and Steven feeds them in the afternoon but it is entirely worth it. I get to see my horses EVERY day.
From here on out I will share some random day-to-days and also some neat (generally very hippy and very natural horse care) stuff I have come across. I hope it’s worth reading.