About Us

The heart of our farm

Jasper (Tyron’s Oboe) was born in 2004. Later he went into training to be a race horse. He was racing at Penn National with two first place wins and some seconds and thirds. He was lost in a claiming race in February 2007. We didn’t hear anything about him for a few months. In April we saw his name on a racing card. He finished 8th in the race and he injured his knee. Jasper’s racing days were over.

A lady who worked for the Horse Rescue League noticed how patiently Jasper stood all day on a concrete floor waiting his turn to be sold to the slaughter house. She had filled her quota for the day and couldn’t purchase Jasper. She checked to see who the breeder and owner had been. She called us around 8:30 p.m. on a Thursday. We got the name and location of the man who had Jasper and we called him. He agreed to hold Jasper until the next day. By 10:00 p.m. we had borrowed a horse trailer, loaded it with shavings, water and hay; my husband, Banks, was on his way to Pennsylvania to pick up our big beautiful boy.

Banks arrived in the town where Jasper was being held around 5:00 a.m. He noticed a supermarket parking lot and pulled over to get some sleep. Around 6:00 a.m. he called the man and they met on the road leading to the barn. The barn was dark, cold and in poor condition. A wall had fallen down and was replaced with a mere sheet of black plastic to keep out the cold winds and snow. The small stalls had 3 to 4 horses in them. We walked through the dark barn looking for Jasper and there he was in a stall with three other horses. Banks lead Jasper to the only door out of the barn, a regular six foot door. Jasper had to lower his head to get outside. As Jasper stepped outside into the cold air, he looked around as if wondering what’s going to happen now? As Banks looked up into Jasper’s big beautiful eyes, he knew Jasper would be a part of our farm forever.