Life’s Little Adventures Farm and its mission..

www. lifeslittleadventuresfarm.org

Life’s Little Adventure’s Farm is a place where all children, especially those who are hurting, can visit the farm, have fun and be ministered to as well. They rescue horses and other animals, which they use to help children with physical and emotional healing. In turn, providing healing for hurting families. The farm has many out reach programs including those for military families.

A Bit of Farm History:

The farm first opened in June of 2002. Since then, there have been over 3000 families come through the farm, and over 1000 families and children come in for more intensive Equine Assisted Programs. The farms ponies have also made many appearances st Vacation Bible Schools, parades, churches, civic organizations, and family festivals throughout the state oh Ohio.

More information on the farm follow the link to their web page.

Profits from the books listed below benefit the horse rescue and outreach programs at the farm. Please note only direct sales from the two listed sites will result in donations, and are mailed direct to U. S. Postal Addresses.

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Emma’s unique path to conquering dyslexia

Step one: At her grandmothers direction, Emma begins to keep a diary. A tough task when words scramble on a page.
Step two: Read allowed. Find an ear not as intimidating as Grandma or her tutors.
Step three: Thinking outside the box.
Dyslexia is a tough learning disability to overcome. Things have come a long way since this author was a child. The early detection and intervention of specialized educators have lessened the stigma once attached to this disorder. Unfortunately, those who enjoy the, not so subtle, act of bullying have not. Now they can spew their meanness in cyberspace. Is it any wonder that children who are a bit different become recluse and antisocial?
Emma finds a special friend who turns the page for her. Excerpts from her diary will help  young readers to understand a very special relationship.
Sox grows from a foal to a colt and eventually a gelding. As time goes by, both horse and child have much to learn and share with the other. Growing up is not always easy…
Despite the odds, both Sox and Emma dare to be different and eventually overcome their challenges!
Sox finds himself in an alien world the night he is born. His mother is there with him and he quickly adapts. His Mom answers all his questions about his new environment. She explains things, and reassures him when he wonders why his one leg isn’t the same as the other.  Sox decides early on little Emma is his best friend. She is living with her grandmother until her mother returns home from deployment. Emma isn’t used to living in a rural area, she is very lonely.  Little Sox brightens up her world and a life long bond is formed.
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Sox shares a Holiday Tale…

Howdy Everyone,

         I was chosen to share a few of my memorable Christmases with you. My name is Sox, and this is my Holiday Tale.

         Christmas at the boarding stable was different from the same holiday at home. It was my third Christmas there, but Santa still found me every year. He brought me a new winter blanket, and he filled the new fuzzy red stocking that hung on my stall door.

         I was a little worried that he might have put my name on the naughty list, and it would remain empty. Last year one of the stable hands just rolled my door over while he emptied and cleaned my water bucket. In a flash, I used my muzzle to roll open the door and snatch my stocking! It was mostly empty by then, and I pretty much shredded it trying to get at the last of my goodies.

Sox Christmas 2013         My Christmas stocking was always filled with carrots, dried apple slices, and peppermints. My treats lasted for a couple of weeks, only because Katie miserly doled out only one or two per day. Mom was stalled next to me,

         “I noticed that Emma is not as stingy with your ration of treats,” I complained. Don’t you know, Mom caught me tearing up my stocking!

         “Sox! How is Santa going to fill that next year when you trashed it?” I tried to hide the evidence under the bedding in the back of my stall, but Katie found it.

         Great! Then I had to listen to another lecture. You are going to have to be very good the remainder of the year, Sox. It is the only way to get off of the bad boy list so Santa doesn’t pass you by next Christmas.


         I guess that I was a good boy the rest of that year. My new fuzzy stocking was larger than the old one, and it was stuffed with more goodies. One other Christmas Season that has etched its self into my mind is the year that we headed south.

         I was prepared to spend another winter at the boarding stable, and it looked like Mack was going to accompany me.

         My first clue that something was different was when I heard Buddy’s excited bark. It was the same sound he made when Katie let him travel to the shows with the rest of us. The second clue came when Slim turned the wrong way out of the drive. Our winter boarding stable was in the other direction.

         “Where do you think we are going, Mack?”

         “I quit worryin’ ‘bout where I was goin’ a long time ago, Sox. Ain’t like we got a choice. F’rinstance, I went to a reinin’ show with some a mah buddies from mah ol’ home, and ended comin’ back here with lil’ Patty,”

         “Don’t you like it here?” I thought maybe he was homesick. I knew I would be.

         “Shucks, the grass is good eatin’, and I do like Patty. But y’all sure have cold weather ‘round here.”

         “Oh, this is just the beginning. It will get way colder and snow a heck of a lot more before winter is over,” I laughed.   Mack didn’t reply. He just groaned, rolled his eyes, and then busied himself with browsing through his hay bag.

         Most of my travels had been confined to Ohio and neighboring states. This time we traveled all the way across the Ohio River, through Kentucky and Tennessee, with their steep roads that wound through mountains. It was such a relief to hit the long flat stretch of road through Georgia and into Florida.

         Our first night on that trek was spent with some horse friends in Tennessee. Our winter blankets were shed the next morning. By the time we stopped for the second night, we were traveling with our windows down. Florida was a strange and different world!

         Heavy snow and ice pellets had made it a slow start from home, and here it felt like summer! How could that be? Cold breezes from the Great Lakes were replaced by soft, warm, winds from the Atlantic Ocean that sometimes lifted our damp manes. From our temporary home we could smell oranges. A local horse, we met, told us that what we smelled was really just the aroma of the orange blossoms. Florida had some strange looking trees that Katie called palms. People there decorated them with Christmas lights, just like our humans did to the pine trees back in Ohio.

         Santa found us in Florida! Imagine that! Our usual stockings with dried apples, carrots, and peppermints were hung on our stall fronts. The Christmas stocking was a huge comfort to me. I was a bit home- sick.

         It surprised me when Mack said, “ Reckon I ain’t never had a Christmas stockin’ before!”

         “Seriously? I always thought all horses got Christmas stockings! Don’t they have Christmas where you came from?”

         “Maybe? But we never got us stockin’s on our stalls.“

         The following year Mack’s ears perked up, and his eyes twinkled at the sight of his Christmas stocking.


         I hope you liked my Christmas memories. Parts are excerpts from my book. “Backyard Horse Tales: Sox 2nd Edition.”

Happy Holidays!

From all of us Backyard horses, Sox, Frosty, Love, Doc, Anna, and Bella.


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Stop by next week for a doggie’s story of a strange Christmas visitor. Keep your family close, and don’t forget our animal friends.

Grass is much greener on the other side of the fence!

The yummy grass has been buried under a blanket of cold white stuff, in like forever. We’ve been confined to the back three sections of the farm for most of the winter. Last week the snow disappeared, but there wasn’t a blade of grass to be found.

I guess that’s why my human dad has been throwing us some hay when we are turned out.

Mud! Churned up mud is easier to run and play on that the frozen rutted turf. Anna and I are having a good time splashing in puddles and rolling in the mud. We wandered back to the work paddock behind our cozy warm barn. We nibbled at the sparse blades of grass along the edges of the fence. I stretched my head through the middle and bottom boards and munched as much as I could reach.

IMG_0149 Four month old Bella & Anna 10/25/11

            Anna has a much longer neck and could reach more grass than I was able. For those of you who may not know, Anna is my foster mom. She’s a Quarter Horse about sixteen hands tall. Yours truly, my name is Bella by the way, only tops out about thirteen hands. Well…heck, I won’t be a two year-old until the end of May, but I doubt that I will ever be as long and tall as Anna. I’m a Haflinger.

I was getting frustrated, and tried to reach a bit farther as we worked our way down the fence line. Pop! Crack! The boards gave way to the pressure that I applied with my chest. Whoopee…there was much more grass on the other side. It didn’t seem that we were on the new grass very long when a neighbor driving by tattled on us.

She and our human mom came after us with lead ropes and a bucket of sweet feed. I just can’t resist that tasty grain mix. Humans are tricky. I was snared in two shakes and my lead handed to the helpful neighbor lady while mom went to get Anna. Darn it, she took the bucket of grain with her, and Anna had her face in the bucket pigging out. Mom made a comment to her helper, “let me lead the older horse first, and Bella should just follow.” They passed me up! Anna went first with Mom and the yummy grain bucket.

I can be a bit much for a beginner or a non-horseperson to handle, so it was easy to escape the tentative hold the helper had on my lead. You bet! I was in hot pursuit of that grain bucket. Mom was leading Anna into her stall when I whizzed by with my lead rope dragging the ground. She closed over Anna’s door then picked up my lead to guide me to my box. The helper had caught up, and she said something about my getting the better of her. I got the remainder of the grain dumped in my feed bin, and Mom threw us some hay.

Dad came back from a trip to town right after we were confined again. He was not happy with our escapade, and I tried to look real innocent like I didn’t know whodunit. He didn’t buy my act and mumbled something about electrifying the fence. I asked Anna what that was, but all she did was give me a horselaugh. Doc is still out at a boarding stable, so there’s no one else to ask.

We didn’t get to go out the rest of that day, or at all the following day. The first thing I did on the third day when we went out was to run over to the point in the fence where we had broken through. Large metal panels line that whole section. It was the same stuff that the round pen was made of, and I knew from experience that it would hold. I think that I messed up by heading right to my former escape point. Dad was watching me and sure didn’t look happy.

IMG_0210 Summer 2012 Bella & Cali

            We aren’t allowed out whenever the folks have to go to town, anymore. So our time outdoors is much shorter, until they get the electric up. I still don’t know what that is, but Anna says that I will find out real soon.

Equine Angels


Horses and Horse Lovers Giving Back.

As horsemen, many of us are privileged to have horses in our daily lives. We understand the unique bond that develops between a human and his/her equine partner. Whether you are a parent who’s child has the horse bug, or one with a child who has a handicap, and you’ve seen their eyes light up on the back of a horse then you know the unspoken bond.

Today while checking my e-mail, there was a notice from one of the Linked-in horse groups I belong to. It was about horses helping returning veterans with PTSD and TBI

After spending quite a bit of time there, I began to hear the same rhetoric that parents used to share with the volunteers at the handicap children’s riding project in our county.

My Appaloosa gelding, Frosty, and I volunteered to participate in the “Project Ride Program.” It was the late 1980’s and therapeutic riding was just beginning to surface. The program was organized as an offshoot of our county 4-H horse clubs, and the organizer needed good reliable horses. Frost had never done this sort of thing, but he taught my children to ride from the time they were toddlers. He always took special care when they were little beginners.

I was a little skeptical at first. These parents and children were not familiar with horses, and some had never seen or touched one before. Many of the children had to be hoisted on to the horses and were unable to master the reins. I lead my stoic horse and a volunteer was posted on either side of the young riders to stabilize them. Riders changed every half hour. Our first session lasted three hours, and we worked with five children.

It was a joy to see a child’s eyes light up and their confidence grow. Frosty loved it as much as I did. As months passed, he became a favorite among the expanding pool of riders. Frosty was one of the few mounts that would allow a child with braces to experience the joy of riding. He just seemed to sense the need and vulnerability of the child on his back. He carried children with heavy metal braces on both legs while they bounced against his sides as if the riders were beautiful little butterflies perched on his saddle that he didn’t want to dislodge

Frosty left this world in the fall of 1991 at the age of twenty-four. Less than a week after his passing, cards began arriving from children and parents who shared his past four years and also felt his loss.

Saratoga War Horse Project is a unique twist on the horse and wounded vet experience. Many of the programs out there give returning vets a chance to experience the peace, trust, and love of an equine friend. The difference at Saratoga War Horse is the wounded warriors are giving a second chance to the horses they are partnered with.

I hope you will go to this link. Read the moving stories and take in the videos. Please come back to comment on the link provided.

Note: The Dream Catcher is the work of Sandy Shipley the illustrator for “Frosty and the Nightstalker.”

Bella’s June 8, 2012 journal entry!

Hey Every one,

Here is the update I promised.

Anna returned home about a month ago, and she picked right back up where she left off last December mothering me, and keeping me from getting close to Doc. I tried to explain that Doc was an okay guy, but she wouldn’t pay any attention. I protested her overprotective attitude.

“Anna, I am not a small weanling anymore, and I am almost as tall as Doc. You don’t need to protect me from him.”      

“Don’t think that because you are a yearling now, Bella, that you know every thing.”

“I have been turned out with Doc for several months, and he never hurt me. He even ran and played with me.”

“Right, and that is why you have stitches above your left eye.”

I tried to explain to her that I had stuck my head under the bottom fence board, and caught a splinter when I pulled it back. The worst part of the experience was the vet putting a needle near my wound.

The whole area around my eye was numb and I couldn’t feel it. That worried me and I began to paw out of frustration. He was doing something to my face above my eye! Okay, I’d had enough of that. I tried to go back to my stall. Tom, my favorite human foster parent held the end of my lead rope and made me stand up in the aisle of the barn.

Confused about what was happening, I pawed more aggressively, and that was when the vet stuck a needle in my neck! What the heck was that about? There wasn’t any thing wrong with my neck. Okay, I was really feeling kind of fuzzy, and the barn floor was tilting. It was becoming difficult to stand up, and I barely made it to my stall before collapsing. I don’t know how long I snoozed, before I woke, and began looking for something to eat. There was not any grain in my feed bin and even my hay had been removed.

One positive out of the whole experience was the yummy apple tasting stuff that was put on my grain for about a week or so. Tom told me that it was an antibiotic. Whatever, it tasted good and I began to look forward to it.

Just about time for my stitches to be removed, Anna shows back up. Two weeks later she had a hormone spike and got really nasty with Doc. A short half-hearted kicking spree broke out between them. Guess who got kicked? Yep, yours truly, now I have a gash on my right hind cannon bone. Jackie, my human foster mom, is threatening to change my name from Bella to Scar!   I don’t think I like that name.

I sure hope this summer goes better than the spring.


Until next month,


“It must be spring!”

“The grass is back and so is Doc.”

The sun is shining, my hair is falling like the leaves did in the fall, and Doc is back again from his winter home.  He was a little bit intimidating when I met him up close for the first time. He hollered at me “Watch your step little girl, I am number one around here.” I was a little intimidated and did the little submissive  baby mouth thing.

I had only seen him from a distance when I first came here in October. Anna, my foster mommy, watched out for me and showed me around my new home. Some times we visited with Doc over the fence in the neighboring paddock, but he never joined us. “Why is he separate from us?” I asked Anna. She told me that because I was so young, five months at that time, that our human parents wanted to protect me from him. I didn’t really understand that. At the farm where I was born in Indiana, I was turned out all the time with my mom as well as my dad, and I played along side them when they were harnessed and working.  A breeding stallion my father was a real nice guy, and Mom never had to worry that I might get too close to him. It was a revelation to me that not all horses have the disposition of a Haflinger!

Then winter came and I had to show Anna how to crack the ice that had formed overnight on our water trough. She was waiting for our human Tom to get something called a hammer to break the top ice. Okay I was only there about a month, and I was born the end of the previous May so I had not seen ice or winter yet. However, from the collective memories of my breed, imported here from Austria, came the simple idea of breaking the ice myself. I raised my leg over the shallow rubber like walls of the trough and smacked the ice with my hoof. The thin coat of ice shattered, and we drank the cool water, and then wandered of to munch the quickly disappearing grass.

To my surprise, a few days later, both Anna and Doc were loaded into the same horse trailer that brought me here, but they did not return. I was alone for four months, with just my human parents for company. Tom spent a lot of time with me, grooming me, talking to me, and he even got me a big ball to play with. Still, I longed for the company of my own kind so I was overjoyed when Doc returned, but Anna is still missing.

I think that Anna gave Doc an unfair character review. Other than telling me that he was the boss horse, on our first encounter, he has been great! Some times he chases me and pretends to bite me on my rump, but he never really bites me or leaves a mark. Well….maybe a wet spot on my little rump from horsey spit. Now that I am acquainted with him, I sometime pretend to bite back at him, and even buck and kick out to warn him off it he gets too rowdy. I have decided that I like him a whole bunch. Doc told me “Don’t worry, Bella, Anna will be home again in a few weeks. The weather is warming up and we will be all be able to spend the summer together.”

That was exciting news! Another sign of spring is Jackie with her camera. I do love photo ops, and even stopped grazing to try for a close up.

I will keep you updated on my progress. I am sure Jackie will take a photo of myself when I shed my winter coat. Tom says that I have a brown spot on my hip!

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“Bye for now.”


Wow! Dad brought me a new toy.

     I can’t pick up the new ball like I can with my jolly ball, but it rolls better in the snow. I sure wish the other horses were home to play too. I get lonely some times, but Dad pays a lot of attention to me. He scratches my back, throws by ball for me to chase, and he gives me yummy apple treats.

Mom is kind of strange. She is always pointing a strange black box at me. It makes a funny beeping sound. Then she says, “a good shot!” Maybe when the older horses get home they can translate some of my human foster parents confusing language. I know my name, they call me Bella, and I know “whoa darn it!” but that is a far as it goes. I guess that’s not too bad, I am only eight and a half months old. I will let you know when I learn more, and figure out my place around here.

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