Did you know a horse can have a sense of humor?This true story began when the authors first horse died. Grief stricken, Nancy went to the same breeder for another Morgan. She thought she was settling when she purchased an undersized two-year-old colt instead of the mare she wanted. She was in for a big surprise! Follow the adventures of Clifford as he wins the hearts of those around him, while romping in the scenic wilderness of Michigans Upper Peninsula. Combined are tales of hand-fed chickadees, a playful hawk, a loyal German shepherd, and a unique way of life. Hilarious, heartbreaking and unforgettable, this is a story destined to become a classic.
Can you hear that sound? It's the trees calling. That primeval urge to go home to the woods, to smell the air, and the innate need for Quiet are things that motivate me. Though I currently live in southeast Michigan, it is this need that causes me to hitch up the horse trailer and haul my family of animals six hours north to Drummond Island each year.
Someone once described me as a "woodsy ragamuffin." This is pretty accurate, except for the seemingly incongruous fact that, like many thespians, I enjoy dressing up. There are various reasons people do stage plays: A love of the arts; a desire to be someone else at least temporarily; an urge to behave erratically in a public forum. While all these apply to me, my main reason is that I am, quite simply, a ham. I love karaoke too. There's nothing like bopping around on stage in leather pants, swinging a microphone and forcing a crowd of strangers to listen to my slightly off-key version of, "Tracks of My Tears."
I'm sort of an amature behaviorist, having loved to learn different aspects of animal training. My horse Clifford does many tricks, and continues to make his own stuff up, providing me with lots of story material. I hope we will spend many more years together.
