Stoneyfields Farm         
Sadly for now, our stalls are all empty

Stoneyfields I'm No Angel
Flea-bitten Gray Tobiano Mare

My Lifetime Dream Come True - I Got My Own Horse!
Rescued on November 21, 2009 ~ Passed July 17, 2019
She earned her wings

Angel LOVES her window!

October 17, 2016 Video - Coming Soon
Laura on Angel
Gail Vreeland Rittman                        Tom Dedering

March 3,2015

In Winter Coat

December 6, 2015
DIRTY ANGEL!                                                           "But I like it this way!"

July 13, 2014
Tom riding

Nicole Baker lunging Angel

October 15, 2013
Angel's 4th Year with us

March 25, 2012

Laura and Angel

March 17, 2012
Donna Sevchuk and her granddaughter, Mackenzie

September 2011
Loving the view of the house                                                      Sarah Atchison                 

June 7, 2011

Nov 21, 2010
Our 1st Anniversary
        I love you. Mom!                                      Do "Wiggle Nose"                     Are you a smart horse - YES!
See Wiggle Nose and Smart Horse Video 06/07/14

July 25, 2010
Now you can see she is a Flea-bitten Gray Tobiano Mare

Laura and Angel
I'm very rusty after 40+ years!

July 25, 2010 - Angel ridden by Taylor Saraceno

April 11, 2010 - 4 1/2 Months in her new home


April 1, 2010 - 4 Months in her new home
       Chrissy                                                          Chrissy                                               Joe's 1st lesson

Dec. 4, 2009 - 2 Weeks in her New Home
with her new friend "Babe"

Nov. 22, 2009 - 2nd Day in her New Home
Tom, Angel with Niece Chrissy, Nephew Joey, Nana Trudy, Laura and Grandpa Pete

1st Day in her New Home
Nov. 21, 2009

Read her sad story: sadangel.html

"This Old Horse"

This old horse, the Rancher said, she’s seen some better days, she’s eating up my profits, and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me, a stronger one at that, she's seen a lot of miles just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said, she helped me herd my steer, I’m pretty sure she's magic, I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me, one that can run fast, maybe one that’s younger, or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said, she’s long and far in tooth, my children do remember, her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me, a gelding in his prime, one that needs less fixin’, that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her? why not trade her now? bring her to an auction? replace her with a cow?

The Rancher's brow grew heavy, he took a staggered step, his eyes did show his hardships, in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply, as he poised to say his words, it’s as if the earth grew silent, that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said, has given me her life, I wouldn’t trade for anything, nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me, and perhaps someday will come, but this old gal, I love her, she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said, her service she did lend, her and I, have seen the years, this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well, but her home is here to keep, I owe her sanctuary, my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well, and younger days for me, and I will keep my promise, until our last breaths, set us free."

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