Scroll down to learn each horse's story about how they came to Reigning Grace Ranch
My shadowy, haunting figure meandered continually through her thoughts with increasing awareness. Fortunately for me, she called my owner and requested that I be brought to Reigning Grace Ranch permanently, but what good would I, a lame horse, do at a children’s ranch?
I would rather sit and listen to the conversations of the many children around me than actually do anything that has to do with work. I've also been told that I am thought to be part bunny because I wiggle my lips almost all of the time. (Silly humans!)
I've been told that watching my mom give birth to me was like watching a miracle unfold in front of their very eyes. Within a few moments upon my arrival, I stood with wobbly knees and had great uncertainty of what would come next.
They felt that I had so much potential to make a difference somehow, that they sheltered me from the normal duties of a mare at a breeding barn. Funny enough, I learned how to be a stallion rather than a mare.
Prior to the rescue, my mother and I could often be found rummaging through the garage at the ranch when the exterior doors would be open, in search of snacks. Many mornings, if they were late getting out to feed their personal herd, I would stand at the glass front doors, peering through the windows asking, "What are you waiting for?"