My farm is next to a horse farm, but she doesn’t have everything lit up at night, and she’s on the other side of the big hill. Her inside arena is lit, but that’s not been a problem.
When I was 10 we moved from ‘The People’s Republic of Milwaukeestan’ (Wisconsin) to Sun Prairie. We were going to have a house on 1/4 acre of land - practically unimaginable for two little girls (Sis was 6) who grew up on CEMENT.
We begged and begged Dad for a horse to go with our new house. 1/4 acre of lawn should be PLENTY for a horse to graze, Right? LOL!
Yeah. That didn’t happen. ;)
Yeah, LOL! We weren’t on a farm. Mom and Dad built their house on 3 1/2 acres, but didn’t do anything with 2 1/2 of it until we were in our teens. Dad had been renting out the unused land to a neighbor, who kept THEIR horses there. When Dad decided to build a barn, he had someone pour the partial cement floor and put up the framework. We did everything else- the walls, the roofing, hung the doors. He had an electrician come in and wire it up.
We were boarding our horses with one of Dad’s employees who lived on a farm. Then we brought them home.
My two most memorable moments were my horse crapping all over my Dad’s saddle before he put it up, and one 4th of July when we were riding in a small town nearby, we stopped at a gas station so Dad’s friend could get some cigarettes- we were waiting outside and SOMEHOW my horse got her rear leg tangled up in a gas hose, started kicking, and knocked that gas pump askew.
Dad ended up buying the guy a new gas pump.
He threatened to sell her to a dog food factory, but he finally calmed down.
Fun times, for sure!!😀