Life on the Maine farm when horses are what you raise, love, were put on the Earth to take care of, train, and sell.
You work on the ad for the trade journals for those in the crowd that love the four legged hay burners. You find as you get older that you tend to enjoy horses, farm animals more than people that you used to work shoulder to shoulder with in the concrete urban jungle.
“The Maine farm horse raised from a colt has large feet, no shoes needed. Goes barefoot.”
“Is calm, awesome on the wood trails. Will go through anything and is pretty good in the ring. Walks, trots well. Can go either English or Western and is learning to neck rein. Responds well to hand and / or leg cues.”
“No problems with the vet or farrier and is an intermediate rider. No vices. Does not crib, has an even, consistent temperament. His lines probably a mix of a father who was Percheron and his mother a spotted saddlebred filly. Great ground manners. Clips, bathes, trailers and would be an ideal fit for the amateur horse owner, 4H or pony club stable.”
“Price negotiable to right home. Horse is handled daily, willing to please. Been around tractors, goats, chickens. Good with kids. Goes out alone or in groups. References will be required. Do not respond if you are just looking for a show horse. He is just an honest, tried and true trail mount. Loves attention, is blind in one eye which does not hinder him in the least. Up to date on all his shots, vaccines, worming. Asking price of $2500 includes a contract to ensure his lifelong safety. For his forever home you agree to provide. Photos available.”
“We got him as a companion for an older mare. He now stands over 17 hands. Not done growing.”
Could you be happy living on a Maine farm? With something everyday ahead of you after that second fresh coffee. The up and at ’em. As the sun gets out of bed right after you? To be industrious on your buildings, Maine farm fields, woodlot. To do everything from mend fences, to fix machinery, hay, help mothers in the miracle of birth during the difficulty of breach new born foals?
Living on a Maine farm. Nothing glamorous, definitely not for the money that is meager compared to the expenditure of time, worry, frustrsations and resources involved. But the reward is rich. Deserved, earned, honest, real. In taking in, surveying the expanse. Looking out over the Maine farm land acreage at the end of another day in the country. On your patch of dirt you work from sunrise to the last light of the day. Every day. The spread with the clever name woodburned, hanging, swinging out front. Announcing to the World you now have your special place under the sun, in the place with the space called Maine.