listens to horses: April 2007

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Mystic

Here is Mystic today. It is time for her to get some lessons on acting like a broke horse. She may only be a yearling but she will be two before I know it. I will post more photos of her on her page. I think she looks like Barbie's Dream Horse and is about the prettyest horse I have. Her dam is a looker so no suprise. Well, that and daddy isn't a slouch either. She got her stunning gold color from him as he is a more shiney gold than dapple-butt (Diamond Dust).

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Happy Birthday

Fred made me a birthday cake, my favorite...Pineapple Upside down!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Missouri style rehab

Richard got himself a project yesterday. A new roping horse...with a problem. He seems to have kicked thru the fence and caught his leg taking the skin and meat off to the bone. I mean there is an inch wide and 8 to 10 inches long of bone showing. It is the worst injury I have had to deal with, ever. I am not sure I want to put up such graphic photos here, it is so bad. But here he is getting the first step in his new program. Oh, it was about three days old when we got him and we could smell it from 10 feet from the trailer. Seems to be a nice horse but has old scars and I think he is one of those hard luck horses that seem to always find a way to get hurt. Anyway, this is hydro therapy Ozark style.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

What a pretty boy

Just another photo of Ramjam. He will be here next week to visit the black mares.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

BUFORD'S WALKING TALL

This is Ranjam's sire. I took these photos at the horse sale in Arkansas.

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I have been a hippophiliac {lover of horses} all my life. I was born in Garden Grove CA where we could not have horses. After wanting one for so long and saving LOTS of dimes and pennies, in the summer of 73 we moved to Norco CA. I finally got my first horse at age 7. She was a hateful Appaloosa mare in foal. Boy did those first horses teach me some things. By the time I was 10 I no longer had my own horse and had to ride the horses no one else wanted to, if I wanted to ride. I could ride horses my friends and family could not. I got the chance to work with show horses of several breeds and disciplines growing up. I lived within riding distance of Ingall’s Park so saw lots and lots of shows. My brother’s girlfriend (now his wife) showed Morgan horses and later their trainer bought the place across the road from my parents. Quite by accident I got into training horses. I mean that was all I wanted to do anyway, but to make money at it? COOL! I was 13. I started with rehabbing outlaw horses (a very learning experience for me) and went on to starting young Arabian horses then Morgans. In the early 90’s I moved to the Missouri Ozarks, near Ava. There I opened my own training barn open to the public. I trained horses for a living there for over 10 years before a bad marriage and an injury put an end to that. After the divorce and loss of my farm I traveled around quite a bit. I learned a lot and had good and bad times. I am now back home in the Ozarks with a brand new plan. I plan to build the ultimate trail horse. What that means to me is, big, bold, and beautiful. I want a horse pretty enough to show on the weekends, athletic enough to ride all day over rough terrain… day after day, and smart enough to save my life if need be, with a walk to bring tears to your eyes!!! I plan to start with the best blooded brood stock, with outstanding conformation, large hearts, big motors, and beautiful color...that can walk the walk, in the building of my ideal trail horse.