Since I have just started to tell my stories I won’t go back to far…I will just give a little about my barn and the horses in it.
Having well over 100 acres of pasture alone makes this stable a wonder to look at. Creeks running through the meadows of lush grasses. White vinal fences flowing over hills and along the road in. As soon as you turn into the driveway you come to a outdoor arena and the barns. One on each side. The one on the right has stalls attached to paddocks for broodmares and the babes. A large field behind this barn has three little yearlings and a weanling running around. Hoping to increase these numbers this year…even alittle
The barn on the left has the two year olds and the racers that are at home for rest. I currently have a few leased horses here for a long needed rest as well.
The mile long driveway ends at a house. There are two stallion paddocks waiting to be filled. One on each side.
In the broodmare barn three lovely mares poke their head out and nicker in welcome.
The first stall holds Tango Mango…a beautiful 16.3hh chestnut…she is due this year. Our first homebred foal. As a unraced broodmare we jumped at the chance to breed her to As You Wish. This mare is getting bigger everyday. But we have a while to wait for this little one. Her booking is for As You Wish after she foals(again).
The next head you see is a bay 17.1hh Miniquest. We brought her in as a claim. I immediatly put her to broodmare status and as soon as the papers came back shipped her to be bred with Foolhardy. I think I was early…as she is due the 10th of January…please be on time
The next stall is a fiesty little girl. This 14.3hh liver chestnut was place as broodmare because instaed of focusing on a win she would attack the horses around her. She was multi placed, just no wins. As for her breeding it was no other than Highland Magic. This mare is due right on the first of January…
I pray for a late foal.
As we pass the empty stalls towards the end of the barn we come to another door. It leads directly to the young pasture. In it right now are three yearlings and a little weanling.
I whistle loudly the little gallopers race right over.
The youngest and most cuddlly girl pokes her head past the older three. Nickering softly she comes over. This is My First Coffee. A dark grey 9.1hh weanling that was a reward for activity. I have hope for her.
The playful group of yearlings take off on a race between themselves. Not A Weed is my blue roan. Rounding the bend in the lead is Fear Of Failure my blood bay. Dash of Fight is the dapple grey that seems to have found something more intresting.