I fear I must add this: If any horse if mine is NOT listed in my sales farm. They are not for sale. If you want a foal from them as either stud or dam, let me know and we'll arrange that. Otherwise; asking if my horses are for sale when they are not marked in sales or on the actual market, the answer is no. Thank you.


More than three thousand years ago a man named Job complained to God about all his troubles and the Bible tells us that God answered. Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paused fiercely, rejoicing in his strength and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing, He does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground. He cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.

--Penny Chenery (Secretariat)



Thank you Friesianlover2010 for the awesome pic. Go say hi and give congrats to someone who's awesome. :D


Also, go see Oceanjean, she's got something awesome on her page. :)


I do return congrats, if I miss you. Lemmie know. :)


I've always had a love for horses, ever since I was young and owned a very wonderful gelding by name of Apachie. My fondest memories of him are riding him to a stop-n-go a mile from my house and him blocking he door because he wanted a pack of Twinkies. I also believed he could count since grabbing a single pack on would only get the door open a few inches but a double pack would let me out. Then there was a friend of my mom's riding him past a metal folding char about nine or ten times. Then suddenly he jumped back and sat down because the inanimate metal folding chair apparently 'grabbed at him'. The woman, being inexperienced at riding and sudden movements on horseback, slid off his back and when her inner thighs rubbed over his flanks. He launched like a rocket upwards then tore across the yard to hide behind a small feed shed.


All my mom and I could do was stand there and laugh while he trembled like a leaf in the breeze, eyes wide enough to show the white as he *_STARED_* at the chair still sitting in the field. We couldn't drag him back over until we 'slew' the chair by folding it flat. Even then he came over and sniffed it then gave his whinny of approval and trotted around like a big goober as if nothing in the previous hour had happened.


He was one of the most gentle souls I've ever seen, but hard headed an loved resting his head on your shoulder. All the weight of his head, and neck... Somehow his body weight as well. He loved pumpkins, Twinkies (special treat once a month if he was good since they were soooo bad for him but tasted so wonderful he would drool for them). He also loved rubbing against the oak trees in yard and he put up with me being a teenager. I miss him, even decades later.

I wonder if anyone actually scrolls down this far to read things found here. Drop me a message if you do and I may give ya something.

Look at this good lookin equine:
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/64/eb/9b64eb328c1dc47b0d7e2447a8c407ea.jpg

Fun stuff done on the fly.