We all want to do what is best for our beloved horses. They give us wings so we can fly and the ability to see when others just look.They mean the world to us, simple as that. You, our followers, keep sending us all these fantastic and loving photos, all displaying an equal affection, the undiscribable love for the horse. It´s a bond that is almost impossible to break, and strong as only horselovers know. And that is why we can all agree that they need to be cared for and protected from all harm, and in return, get the same amout of love (or even more!) and joy than they give to us.

Please keep sending us your photos on Facebook and tag them with #kingslandmoments on Instagram. We love them dearly!

The Horse´s Prayer is an oldie (but a goodie) and brings out emotions in all of us. (Feel free to share with your horse loving friends! And have a wonderful weekend!)

The Horse’s Prayer

Feed me, water and care for me and, when the day’s work is done, provide me with a clean shelter, a clean dry bed and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.

Be always gentle to me, and talk to me; your voice often means more than the reins.

Pat me sometimes that I may serve you more gladly and learn to love thee.

Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me going up a hill.

Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean, but give me a chance to understand you.

Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if I something is wrong with my harness, or my feet.

Don’t draw the straps too tight.

Give me freedom to move my head.

If you insist on me wearing blinkers to keep me from looking around, at least see to it that they do not press against my eyes.

Don’t make my load too heavy and don’t leave me tied up in the rain.

Have me well shod, examine my teeth when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth and that you know if painful enough.

Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defence against flies by cutting off my tail.

I cannot tell you I am thirsty, so please give me pure cold water frequently.

Do all you can to protect me from the sun and throw a cover over me when I am standing out in the cold.

Don’t force an ice cold bit into my mouth, but warm it first in some water or in your hands.

I always try to do cheerfully the work you require of me and day and night I stand hours waiting for you.

And finally, my master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to a cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death.

But do thee, my master, take my life in the kindest way.

And your God will reward you here and thereafter.

May you not think me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.