Greetings!

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on October 2nd, 2011

You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. (Winston Churchill)

Good morning!

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on October 1st, 2011

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views. (William Congreve)

Shining a light…

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on June 6th, 2011

By now, most have heard that Kathi and I are divorcing (and as of 12/19/11 – officially divorced). In the end, I found the only way for both of us to live the lives we want and pursue our differing dreams and goals was to part ways. Each of us will be remaining involved with horses I’m sure. We each will remain involved in horse rescue and fighting equine neglect/abuse and carry on the mission we began with Windchill and his Legacy though on different paths. There’s been lots of talk, lots of emails and of course, emotions have run high. Thus I wanted to set the record straight here. We did have the annual Windchill BBQ last year, you are all our friends – and have become friends with each other and we didn’t want to lose that bond. At some point I’ll start posting blogs again here, I have years of notes of life on the farm to write about and had a separate blog I used to post all these thoughts. For now, I’m always around via email and always around for a cup of coffee and some good conversation or just plain quiet contemplation.

Jeff

PS – my original post, posted in response to the various talking going on behind the scenes – I leave it here to show that I can respond in kind if necessary, my desire to try to have handled things as mature adults should not be interpreted as weakness but desire to be productive and peaceful: Contrary to what is being spread by somebody, I’m not going to respond in kind. The pettiness that resulted was because of my request for a divorce. I’ve made attempts in the past to avoid this course but in the end found it was the only way for us both to live the lives we want and pursue our differing dreams. If you buy into the pettiness without independent validation, you deserve whatever comes of your relationship. As I’ve said from the beginning, we can handle our business privately – but somebody’s public statements have made that an impossibility. I stand by the rest of the sentiment I’ve expressed – I wish the best for all involved. Always have, always will. God bless.

Spring is here…

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on March 27th, 2011

March 27, 2011: Wow, the first day of Spring has come and gone, amazing… lots of changes in store this year for this farm… I’m plugging away on Windchill’s book, the first two chapters are in rough draft stage. I didn’t anticipate it being this difficult to go back and re-live that time period, that’s been a tough part of this. I’ll be glad when it’s far enough along I don’t have to re-read the original blog posts. Sometimes I read them and think maybe this time it will end differently. So far it hasn’t though. Work has been insane – a lot of hours, a lot of time spent on the road to go to meetings and put ourselves on the firing line yet again… and a lot of stress. Someday I hope to find a place I can escape that stress. Everybody needs that, don’t they? I hope this finds you doing very well. Gonna go pour myself some more coffee – that will help me relax!

Warmed By Windchill – remembering a brave soul

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on February 27th, 2011

Tomorrow will mark 3 years since Windchill’s last day among us. I know people will be lighting candles in his memory all over the country and we’ll all remember the little guy’s resolve, his gentle spirit, his quiet (and sometimes not so quiet!) faith in all of us and the friends he made all over the country and in fact, the world. I’ve had the honor of being around a lot of animals of different types over the years – lots and lots of horses in the past couple. Some have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I can’t wait to see them again. Each leaves an indelible mark on our soul – even the small ones, like the kittens I’d come to love and have lost. Crash I still miss your little ‘tude, so laid back, you always made me laugh. If I needed to find you I just looked for Halo and there you were.

Windchill really changed things. He changed me. I remember the day-to-day crap from prior to meeting him, and how different things are after being near his soul. Who would’ve guessed so much spirit could be placed inside a frail, 9 month old body. So much personality, so much faith, so much forgiveness. We can all learn from that can’t we. Love, laugh, whinny a friendly hello or reminder that you want your hay NOW, and don’t let your circumstances drag you down. And that there’s friends waiting to be met, you just have to open the door to your heart and let them in.

The world became a smaller place – and a brighter one. While Windchill was re-learning how to stand, we were re-learning to believe, and re-learning what it was like to be young again. Remember when you were little – all those ‘strangers’ on the playground were just friends waiting to be met, new names to add to your friendship listing. Strangers far and wide were drawn to a little 9 month old’s colt struggle and he was never alone again. Neither were any of us.

Windchill slipped quietly into the beyond February 29th, 2008, as surprised as we were. I remember the night today as clear as the night it happened. Stepping out into the clear, cold night for his last check of the night and that feeling that something wasn’t right. Walker slipped out of the garage, confirming the feeling. Walker was with Windchill all the time. Racing to the barn, opening the door and no whinny. There was always a whinny when we walked through that door. And knowing. Knowing before I opened that stall door. Burying my face in his neck, still warm. How peaceful he was. No struggles. Still under his blankets, head resting on the towels. Wondering whether to tell Kathi then or let her sleep. Walking slowly back to the house, waking her up to tell her Windchill was “gone.” Her bolting upright, asking where…the death threats, etc. had become part of our reality, so her first assumption was he had been taken…explaining he had passed away. Watching as the scene I had just lived was re-lived – her throwing the door open, calling to him. Checking him. Then holding him. She confirmed he hadn’t suffered. Needing to know the same thing…was he under stress in his final moments, did he suffer and finding some peace in how he drifted off never to wake up.

Neither of us slept that night. I spent my night researching everything I could find on neglect, starvation, abuse looking for a reason, something we’d missed, something we could’ve done to change the outcome. She spent her night knowing we hadn’t. At 4:30am I’d come to the same point. By 5am I wrote the announcement to the world that would never be printed. It was too filled with anguish. Kathi re-wrote it by 7am. An hour or so later the world would share the pain and join the hell that had been ours for the previous night. I would have to relive the same feelings as visitor after visitor arrived that morning to see the little guy, not having seen the blog post from that morning. The same disbelief. The same look of shock. Then the tears. By mid-day I was numb, exhausted, drained, lost.

3 years later and I can feel all of that like it was this morning. 3 years later and it was just last night wasn’t it? That’s why I haven’t read the blogs in detail. I haven’t looked at the pictures in the photo directory on our computer from February though March, 2008 until I posted our archive online not long ago. Pictures never seen finally shown the light of day again.

I’ve started the book finally, Windchill. It will tell the world your story and what’s happened since that time — the magic continues, your spirit lives on in the re-telling by volunteers who remember to people eager to learn. Kids, adults, senior citizens… Your torch and memory are carried on the shoulders of a little horse appropriately named Magic to literally thousands of people each year now. There’s been good, there’s been bad since you were last here with your head on our knee in a stall on a bed of straw,pushing yourself in circles around your stall driving us crazy as we restored order to the chaos you created in there. Laughing at the brightness in your eyes. Today we laugh, and sometimes cry, in your memory. Even more love you now than even then, amazing huh? God bless a little 9 month old colt who taught us to believe again in humanity. Thank you Windchill, from the bottom of all our hearts. We miss you.

Dad
(Jeff Tucker, Raindance Farms, LLC)

Windchill Photo Gallery (some never posted before)

Don’t worry, it won’t change me…

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on January 29th, 2011

I’ve been reluctant to share this news with the world – I wanted to avoid all the sudden ‘friends’ coming around. Anyway, I received a personal email from a Nigerian prince oil executive attorney relative of a deceased dictator who asked for my assistance getting a significant sum of money out of their country. I know what you’re thinking – and I was skeptical as well. So I emailed back and asked “why me?” Well they wrote back that they got my name from an associate so obviously it’s true. Armed with that verification and their promise that I will receive a share of the dollars just for sending them my bank account info – I happily turned in my resignation and am spending the day running up my credit card limits!

Jeffrey L Tucker’s Predictions for 2011

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on January 21st, 2011

Jeffrey L. Tucker’s Predictions for 2011

* Apple will be in the news for everything and anything even if they don’t do a thing.
* North Korea will make amazingly belligerent statements that would get them their ass kicked if they were a kid on the playground.
* For those wanting financial advice – the stock market will have some wild fluctuations – up or down. Please be careful with information this powerful.
* Oil will have wild fluctuations which will be explained as: increased demand (huge increases at pump), diminished demand (slight decrease at pump), increased supplies (slight decreases at pump), decreased supplies, an oil executive has sneezed (again, huge increases), speculators, and refineries that are closed for cleaning .
* My daughter Amanda will graduate from high school.
* Facebook will be mentioned over and over and over until we stop using it because we’re sick of that.
* There will be speculation that Raindance Farms will be acquired by Jessica Simpson, Josh Groban, Justin Bieber or Martha Stewart. Later investigation will indicate I was the unnamed source and that I was bored that day.
* Rumors of unidentified flying object crashes will be run rampant in the South Range area. Suspiciously, when asked about his AR.Drone, Jeffrey L. Tucker will not have any comment.
* iPad 2 and iPhone 5 will make for Christmas all year long.
*I will take some time off from the office finally and will receive thank you cards from the staff.
* It will be yet another year of experts. Which is part of the reason I don’t post much these days…
* Change will be good.

My new aerial surveillance vehicle for the herd

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on December 25th, 2010

My new Drone!

Awesome Christmas Song

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on December 25th, 2010

Just this fall, shoppers at the Macy’s in Philadelphia (the old Wanamaker building) were surprised when over 600 choristers who were there mingling with regular shoppers suddenly burst into Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus.

The Opera Company of Philadelphia was instrumental in bringing it together to perform one of the Knight Foundation’s “1000 Random Acts of Culture” which they’ll be doing over the next three years across the country. Accompanied by the Wanamaker Organ – the world’s largest pipe organ – the singers burst into song at exactly noon.

Enjoy!

http://www.creativeminorityreport.com/2010/11/awesome-pop-up-hallelujah-chorus-at.html

Show me you mean it

Written by Jeffrey L Tucker on December 24th, 2010

While everybody sends greetings out to all the people on their lists, most of whom they can’t remember how they ended up on this list in the first place, I’d like to send one out to a special breed of person: atheists.
I don’t hate atheists, I think it amazing somebody would play with their eternity like that and I like to think that I give them all a purpose because if there were no God, atheism would have nothing to deny.
School districts and universities along with government entities have become quite adept at removing “Christmas” from verbage in their never-ending quest for separation of church and state and self-appointed mission to cram their views down everybody’s throats. I’ve been writing the most vocal proponents of removing Christmas by telling them to really impress me – if they truly believe in their mission, then make a stand and earn my respect: Stop taking Christmas off. If there’s no God, and nothing to celebrate, stand by those words and send out a memo to your staffs and tell them you’re eliminating it as a holiday. You’ve spent so much time trying to cram your beliefs and views down our throat, this truly puts your money where your mouth is. You may have to deal with some of that unpleasant “Democracy” you probably heard about back in elementary school before you took on the role of Christmas Czar and imposed your beliefs on the rest of us. The unpleasant result will more than likely be being cast out of office, or having your employees vote with their feet.
Tell you what my atheist friend, I’ll make this easier: Even though you’ve used your constitutional rights to cram your views down the throats of those who do believe differently than you, I’ll give you partial credit and partial respect if just YOU don’t take “the holidays” off. The holidays came about as a result of the birth of Jesus Christ. You don’t believe in that – show us all by working through the holidays and living your beliefs, not being a hypocrite and taking the birth of our Lord off. Please send me a fax confirming that you are living your beliefs, I’ll celebrating the birth of our Lord and King – and both of us will be living our beliefs. That’s my gift to you.