So I kinda stole the horse….Juddy 💕

Juddy had been left alone in a paddock on a neighbouring property for over 8 years.

Not part of my story to tell their story and reasons for leaving him….our story is what matters.

The day I borrowed Juddy he was greeted by a bitchy mare named Charlie.

I was actually a bit concerned as to her acceptance of him but miss Charlie let out a flirty girly scream….fluffed her tail and accepted him into her world.

Juddys eyes were dull….he was full of worms….ribs showing and his mane and tail looked like Bob Marleys hair.

Over the next few weeks I would gently brush him and detangle the dreads…he has a presence…at 17 hands high he could have flattened me easily….but he never showed any aggression at all.

When I was around him I would start talking softly to him…its ok…youre here now.

Then it happened….that thing….the knowing…and I just started answering him as if he was asking questions.

I “knew” he was heartbroken as his paddock companion had died…that he stood by her body for days willing her to get up….he was hungry and his body was aching….he was worried that he would be taken back to that paddock and his heart broken again.

Have you ever seen a horse or any animal have a tear roll down their face? It pulls your heart thru your chest..and thats exactly what happened when I felt his tear against my cheek.

It was at that moment I told him that he will never be alone again and I will love him and keep him safe until his last breath.

Now Im not saying Im some miracle/freak worker…but I just know….cant explaim it….wish I could….I just know!!

The difference in Juddy was almost instant….a gleam came back to his eyes and he would physically wrap his large head around my neck to hug me.

I would spend hours just feeling him…breathing with him…loving him.

Often I would sneak a look at Juddy and Charlie from the bathroom window….there would be Miss Charlie laying down fast asleep….next to her…the protector Juddy, standing guard so his girl could safely rest….once she was rested he would sleep with Charlie returning the favour.

I never took Juddy back to where I had borrowed him from…he had come into my life for a reason and I made him a promise.

Juddy has been in my life for nearly 3 years now…some say I rescued him……nah.. . he rescued me 💕


Three years ago I had a brainwave, at the grand old age of 46… to buy my first horse.

I hadnt ridden for 25 years after coming off a horse I was leasing… I had tried to fall like a delicate butterfly …but picture a sloth falling flat on its butt and thats prob more of an acurate description ….no biggie apart from the fact I was pregnant at the time….not my smartest moment in life but that baby is now a healthy 27 year old man so all good.

Fast forward 25 years and I found myself living on the most beautiful property in Queensland and I wanted a pony!!

I bought Charlie as soon as I saw her…a 5 year old (oh my god wtf are you thinking….old lady old horse) Arab x Stock horse.

Charlie was a mare….never had much to do with mares before …wont be that hard.

Holy shit…Chestnut Mare …in season is like Linda Blair with her head spinning in the Exorcist…AND the bonus was this happens EVERY 21 days…..Why didnt I ever know this!

Now I think back I know the exact moment that I just ‘knew’ what she was thinking.

It was a blowy, wet day on the farm…photography is my other passion and I decided it would be great to wander around the horses paddock and take some photos…nope bad idea.

I ended up hiding behind a tree calling for help as my in season mare, ears pinned back…teeth showing….decided I wasnt going anywhere.

Once the cavalry arrived evil Charlie left and lovely Charlie returned….it seemed men were accepted in her paddock and I the female not.

Once safely out the paddock Charlie approached me at the fence and calmly held my gaze…I dont know how/why but I started saying to my partner….”she thinks Im another mare…she is lonely and scared at nights….shes not sleeping as she has to always be on look out for the dingoes coming thru her paddock…she misses her previous paddock mates”.

The next day I “borrowed” a horse from a neighbouring property just for a few weeks to help her settle.

Charlie never behaved that way again and I never returned the other horse….welcome to the family Juddy💕


Here we go….

See that little girl…thats me 48 years ago.

Horse mad, annoying the crap out of not only my parents but also my patient….or so they made out…cousins.

We couldnt afford a horse…plus no room at our little place in good old Adelaide.

Next best thing….family with horses…Dad who adored his little princess…that would be me…and a whiney voice that ensured when I wanted to go to the farm…I went to the farm.

One of my earliest memories was of my dummy in horseshit…apparently that was meant to convince me that I no longer needed a dummy since my baby sister had come along..all good Ill just suck the shit off it and my complicated 18 month old life would continue as I knew it.

Always had a “thing” with animals….they would literally just appear in my life….

Brought a horse home I found walking down our street….found a German Shepherd, what do you mean I have to give him back??? Found Lucy the chook…actually kept her hidden in my cubby house for a few weeks….only got sprung when my proud 6 year old mouth announced to my mum that I had an egg for the cake….Lucy went to the farm…I think.

I knew then that I had something and that my life would be spent working with animals.

Life just had a bit of shit to throw at me first which is what made me who I am today….the person who accepts the past is the past and today is the day I found my life purpose…