listens to horses: May 2007

Sunday, May 27, 2007

I am way behind. This is EZ, another AQHA horse. I call him that but he is a Brisco County horse. His momma was by Special Effort, making her a half sister to KC’s daddy, Flaunt Your Effort. If you don’t count the first day when he tore up my round pen, or the first time I tied him, he has earned the name. I think he will wear it well now that he has learned how to cooperate with a handler.

Bay-B has also come and gone but I failed to get photos as I couldn't post from the farm, I am at the airport now on my way to CA for a visit.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

BAY...not his real name

This guy is a 4 year old AQHA colt. He came to be halter trained and I saw he also needed a bit of doctoring. I took this photo the day he got here. Besides the injury to his inner leg/chest there are several smaller leg abrasions.

Monday, May 07, 2007

potatoes

With all that is going on around here I am way behind on posting some of the photos I have of it all. Here is my potato box. 100 pounds of potatoes in 2 square feet is the plan. The wire is to keep the geese from nesting there. Silly goose.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Birthday machine

Here is my newest toy! I have much to learn but have already been practicing. Just think of all the neat things I can make now. Thank you Mom and Dad, I love you.

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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.