STUD FARM DIARIES THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
Working on a horse breeding farm forces you to work close to the earth. The cycle of life and death drives the rhythm of the days. It is a cycle that a large part of society cannot fathom. Life on a breeding farm is dictated by the sun and the rain, by the whims of mares and the fragility of a single sperm cell. Often, all in the same day.
There are two things I never get tired of — the excitement and satisfaction every time I see the “black dot” when doing a pregnancy check, and every foot that emerges from a mare after her water breaks. Never. Get. Tired. One leads to the other, as the weave of life goes on at a breeding farm.
A few weeks ago, I was heading out to the airport to pick up a shipment of semen that was arriving at 11:30 pm from the east coast. At the same time, I knew that the last foaling mare
