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Kickin Back Fields Gypsy Cobs & Miniature horse farm in Ontario.

We open our barn doors as a safe, welcoming ‘authentic wellness” farm where hearts heal & confidence grows. 💚
We invite individuals with physical challenges or emotional differences to connect & learn🐴🐶🐮

Why am I creating The KICKIN Back HERD? ❤️🐴Because somewhere along the way, while being moms, wives, grandmas, caregiver...
10/03/2026

Why am I creating The KICKIN Back HERD? ❤️🐴

Because somewhere along the way, while being moms, wives, grandmas, caregivers and everything to everyone else, I think some of us lose a little piece of ourselves.

For me, horses have always been where I find that piece again.

Now in my 50s, I’m realizing I don’t need to be fearless or know everything. I can still learn, dream, get muddy, laugh at myself and build confidence alongside my horses.

And I started wondering… how many other women are craving the same thing?

Maybe you once had horses and life got in the way. Maybe you’ve always dreamed of them. Or maybe you simply need something that’s just for you.

That’s why I’m creating The HERD — a place for women to connect, spend time with horses, learn together, laugh together and find a little bit of themselves again.

No pressure. No competition. No experience required.

Just horses, friendship, muddy boots and a place to belong. ❤️

Maybe you don’t need more on your to-do list.
Maybe you just need a HERD. 🐴❤️

Come meet me and learn about The HERD at our Welcome & Info Night, featuring the Rescued Hearts documentary.

Thursday, October 8 | 6:30–9:00 pm
KICKIN Back Fields Farm
2383 Burnside Line, Orillia
$25/person | Seating is limited

Come as you are. You don’t need horse experience.

Sometimes the Dream Comes with FeatherI have loved horses for as long as I can remember.Not in the oh, horses are pretty...
09/25/2026

Sometimes the Dream Comes with Feather

I have loved horses for as long as I can remember.

Not in the oh, horses are pretty kind of way.

I mean the kind of love where you can smell a horse barn and instantly feel like you’ve come home.

The kind where you drive past a field and automatically slow down to see what horses are in it.

And definitely the kind where your husband knows that when you say, “I’m just going to look,” there is absolutely no reason for him to believe you.

For years, though, there was one horse that lived in a special little corner of my heart.

A Gypsy Cob.

All that beautiful mane.

That flowing feather.

That gorgeous, chunky body.

And somehow, an expression that seems to say, I know things about life that you haven’t figured out yet.

I dreamed about owning one.

But dreams are funny things.

We can carry them around for years while simultaneously coming up with a hundred perfectly sensible reasons why we shouldn’t actually pursue them.

I’m too old.

I’m not experienced enough.

What if I can’t do it?

What if people think I don’t belong?

What if I make a fool of myself?

And my personal favourite…

Maybe someday.

Someday is a very safe place to keep a dream.

Nothing can go wrong there.

Of course, nothing can really happen there either.

My journey back to horses didn’t begin with some grand plan to become a confident horsewoman.

It began much smaller.

With miniature horses.

And honestly, those little horses have taught me some enormous lessons.

They’ve taught me about patience.

Trust.

Laughing at myself.

Trying again.

And the fact that being approximately knee-high does not prevent a horse from having VERY strong opinions about your plans.

They also helped me rediscover a part of myself I’d lost somewhere along the way.

Life can do that.

We become wives, mothers, grandmothers, business owners, caregivers and the person everybody calls when something goes wrong.

We get busy surviving things.

And sometimes we forget about the girl who once stood beside a horse and dreamed.

I think that’s why this next chapter means so much to me.

I’m not starting it because I’ve conquered all my fears.

Quite the opposite.

There are things with horses that still make me nervous.

There are things I don’t know.

There will undoubtedly be moments when I question what on earth I’ve gotten myself into.

And apparently I’ve now decided that showing a Gypsy Cob sounds like a perfectly reasonable addition to the adventure.

Which means grooming.

Training.

Learning.

Building confidence.

And eventually…

walking into a show ring for the first time.

Just typing that gives me butterflies.

Part excitement.

Part terror.

Possibly part nausea.

But here’s something I’m beginning to understand.

Confidence doesn’t always arrive before we do something scary.

Sometimes confidence is what we collect because we did it scared.

One grooming session.

One lesson.

One mistake.

One little victory at a time.

And maybe that’s true outside the barn too.

I’ve had struggles.

I’ve had times when accepting myself hasn’t come easily.

I’ve known what it’s like when your own mind convinces you that everyone else has life figured out and somehow you missed the lesson.

I haven’t.

None of us have.

We’re all carrying something.

That’s one of the reasons I want to share these stories.

Not because I have everything figured out.

But because maybe there is another woman standing on the other side of a fence somewhere thinking…

I’d love to do that.

Maybe she’s 25.

Maybe she’s 55.

Maybe she’s never owned a horse.

Maybe horses were her whole childhood and life somehow took her away from them.

Maybe she’s struggling with confidence.

Maybe she’s struggling just to feel like herself again.

I want to tell her something I’m learning myself.

The dream doesn’t expire.

You don’t have to be fearless.

You don’t have to know everything.

And you certainly don’t have to wait until you feel completely ready.

Sometimes you just have to open the barn door.

Pick up the grooming brush.

Stand beside the horse you’ve dreamed about.

And begin.

I’ll tell you how the show-ring adventure goes… later, maybe someday!

Although knowing me, there is a very good chance my first lesson will involve mud, horse hair stuck in my glasses and one of the minis escaping somewhere in the background.

And honestly?

I wouldn’t want the story any other way.

Until the next hoofbeat…

Keep dreaming.

And if there’s something you’ve been quietly telling yourself you’ll do someday…

maybe someday can start now.

09/24/2026

Still available…
Yearling filly and gelding located in Ontario Canada
Open to reasonable offers to great home ideally go together

07/11/2026

Asher’s first time on the lead rope with momma Mae in the lead to the pasture.
He did so well thank goodness and he’s a rascal on his own lol
This should make mornings and night time easier on my own

07/04/2026

# gypsy c**t foal on the run…watch me mom!

06/05/2026

One week old little Silver C**t named Asher!

06/05/2026

I can’t believe I forgot to post here of this most incredible birth of our gypsy c**t foal

Breeder of Spaniels…sprockers & cockaliers
04/29/2026

Breeder of Spaniels…sprockers & cockaliers

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2383 Burnside Line
Severn, ON
L3V0W1

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+17053336587

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