Snippy’s for sale

4 03 2007

Alas poor Snippy. I knew her, Horatio

The skeleton of “Snippy,” an Appaloosa found mutilated on the King Ranch in the Sangre de Cristo foothills in September 1967, is for sale on eBay. [Auction ends March 8] Snippy, whose real name was Lady, belonged to the late Nellie Lewis, who was convinced her horse had been dispatched by aliens. Link

The Snippy case is quite a famous one in the annals of UFO history, although a vet who examined the bones believed the mare had in fact been shot. (By people)

Birth announcement

25 12 2006

Yep, I’ve got another blog and it just went live tonight. Uncanny Canada is a little side project of mine, a repository for Canadian Forteana, general weirdness, and whatever shiny things catch my eye. If this intrigues you, pop on over! More stories will be added soon — oof, it’s hard to get a new blog off the ground. We now return you to your regularly scheduled equine-ness.

Ghost horse in Dartmoor

14 11 2006

Img 426 Dartmoor Pony, originally uploaded by Bryan26.


Hallowe’en is over, I know; will you forgive me for posting another spooky tale? This one is from the Fortean Times site:

I live on the edge of Dartmoor, England which is range of moorland steeped in ancient history. Whilst being on the moor several strange things have happened to me. I’ve heard children laughing by a gate on a ruined farm and I’ve had had feelings of terrible evil in the area where many people have inexplicably driven off the road and been injured. The ghost here is known as the “hairy hands”.

However, this story is one about a horse. I kept my horses on a farm on Dartmoor because the riding is so good. One day we all went off to the horse market leaving one man behind to care for the other animals. Apparently, whilst we were gone he went out in the yard to feed the horses and saw a grey horse standing by the gate. At first he couldn’t think how he got in as the gate was padlocked. Then he thought perhaps we had bought him at the market and sent him back with a neighbour giving the neighbour a key and he had locked it again after him. Off he went to get another feed but when he got back the horse had gone. Very shocked he went into a neighbouring cottage and told the old man who lived there.

“What did the horse look like” asked the old man. Jerry described him. “Well years ago there was an old horse just as you descibed, who always stood at the gate on market days and when I came home from school, I’d give him my lunchtime apple.” We all pulled Jerry’s leg about knocking back the whisky whilst we were out but two weeks after this happened, the old man died and no-one ever saw the horse again.

The Each-Uisge

31 10 2006


Illustration from Paranormal Animals of Europe via SixthWorld Wiki

The Each-Uisge is a supernatural horse believed to lurk near bodies of water in Scotland. More at I Gallop On and Mysterious Britain.

Black-eyed kids

29 10 2006

Sorry for not updating more; I’ve got a few more horse stories for you, but they’re not quite ready yet. I hope this creepy classic will tide you over in the meantime: Black-eyed kids, Black-eyed kids FAQ.

More spectral horses

25 10 2006

Spooooooooooky horse!

Image source

Found some more equine Forteana for my loyal reader readers; this one is from and tells the story of four horses whom even death could not part. The author also includes a few other tales of spectral horses, one of which is just plain weird. Then there’s the ghostly stallion spotted in southern Texas…

Spookies: Our beloved Savanna

24 10 2006

Good ol’ Shadowlands. 😉 Cleaned up for reposting. (Has there been a catastrophic failure of shift keys worldwide that I didn’t hear about?)


Hello everyone. This story happened to me when I was about 13-14. I live on a small farm in New Mexico. I guess you could call it more of a petting zoo rather than a farm. We have dogs and cats, but we have more horses than anything else. Well anyway, my first horse, Abby, was the cutest little (and fattest) pony that you ever saw. We had her until I was around 9, and then she got so old and blind that she couldn’t eat and the other horses just treated her awfully. So we eventually had to put her down and the was one of the most horrible things that’s ever been done to me. So, anyway, here I was, horseless, and with a giant ride coming up the next week, so my mom, (unable to find a horse in that short span of time), very reluctantly let me ride Savanna, a very sweet, but very high-spirited palomino Tennesee Walking Horse. Only my much older sisters had ever been able to ride her, but as soon as I got on, we clicked beautifully and we were a pair from that day forth. About four years went by and Savanna got horribly sick with an illness called bastard strangles. It’s a nasty illness that causes the animal’s throat to fill up with a nasty pus-like fluid. We thought she was getting better so we let her out into the arena while we were gone. My sister got home first and found her dead in the arena. They already had her buried by the time I got home, which was good, and I soon got another horse (a devil pony by the name of Barbie). About a month after Savanna died, my sisters and I were out riding and playing a game called butt tag when each and every one of us distinctly saw Savanna running with us. All the other horses were put up and we all recognized her by her signature stop, which would throw any inexperienced rider off. We looked for her again but we couldn’t see her; as we were running around my sister ran through an icy cold spot ( it was about 85 everywhere else). Of course all of us had to go see for ourselves, and sure enough it was cold there. We were all happy because we felt as if Savanna was trying to tell us that she was okay. We could feel her every once in a while, and still to this day (about 3 years later) we can still see her running across the property, and we can sense Abby and the other animals are out there following behind her.

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