Avalon Equestrian Center at Rasmussen Ranch

12/08/2025

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30/06/2025

My beautiful Granddaughter is back from Texas and headed to be a wrangler at Yellowstone. This was her modeling a knife and sling shot her Grandfather gave her for protection. Photos will follow. ❤️

30/06/2025

A few more HAPPY HORSES are out to summer pasture this morning. ❤️

29/06/2025

It’s time for Summer turnout❣️.
And they are really happy about it. 😊

24/05/2025

There’s an old pony in the pen by the barn. No one rides him. He’s not a companion to another horse. We don’t have shared memories or a long history. He simply ended up here—by chance. I owe him nothing. And yet, he’s kind. He nickers to me each morning as I step outside.
He eats expensive, soft feed. He has a round bale of premium hay that the others just dream of. His water is always clean and warmed in winter. I’ve gone out into the dark cold night just to check on him. And after my first coffee, he’s still the first thing I tend to.
Why not send him to auction? He’d fetch enough to buy dinner and drinks in town. But then he'd be loaded onto a trailer with a crowd of forgotten animals—knees giving out, jostled and stepped on—destined not for new homes, but for a rendering plant.
There’s also a scrawny little calf in our scale house tonight. He’s too small for the herd, with a runny nose and a crusted tail. We’ve got a heater running, keeping him warm. Tomorrow morning, I’ll mix him a bottle and try to tempt him with the old pony’s food. Bob will lay down clean bedding, and we’ll do it all again.
And there’s a wild kitten in the barn. Probably jumped off a utility truck and never left. We leave food for him and keep the heated water dish full so he doesn’t have to climb up on icy troughs to drink.
Maybe we sound soft—two aging ranchers with creaky knees and gentler hearts. But we’ve come to believe that kindness isn’t weakness—it’s purpose. That care isn’t something to ration out to the profitable and strong, but something to offer to those who simply need it.
We didn’t seek these animals out. They found their way here. And maybe that’s enough of a reason. So off I go to work, grateful that it allows me to buy pony feed, hay, and calf milk replacer.
Maybe it’s karma. Maybe not. But when all is said and done, we’ll rest knowing we did our best for those who couldn’t ask—only hope.
Peace. Really, I mean it. 🐴

~Lovely USA

17/05/2025

By JAMIE SINDELL There was a time when I boarded my horse and got heated. I’m talking full-blown righteous fury over what I saw as egregious examples of poor care. Mistakes that made me seethe with rage. But now? I own my own farm. I’ve spent almost three years caring for my own horses. And […...

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