I'm pretty sure she's gifted. She stood within twenty minutes of her birth, tried to kick me a few moments later, eats like a full-grown hog, is the fastest runner, the highest jumper, and the prettiest filly I have ever seen. She has one blue eye, the right one, and cream colored eyelashes. How can you not love her instantly?
As most people know, we do not advocate breeding of average horses. A horse would really have to be something for me to think breeding would be a good idea in this economy, horse market, and with the flood of unwanted/uncared for horses. Well, last year we had a Tennessee Walker Stallion here that came in as a rescue. Unfortunately, he had cancer and was euthanized shorty after his arrival. However, this was not before Miss Brownie took advantage of him.
You see, Brownie has no respect for fencing. Barbed, hot, wooden, panel, or otherwise, we have yet to find a fence that she won't climb through, over, under (yes, we actually saw her do this), knock down (she rubs against it and pushes until something gives - our panels were welded to pipe frames and she broke the welds!), or otherwise destroy to go exactly where she wants. So last summer, she went through three hotwire fences to have her wicked way with a poor unsuspecting stud.
In all the years we've been doing this, we've had an untarnished record for no breeding, accidental or otherwise. In one fell swoop, Brownie wrecked it.
I can't be too mad. Like I said, Stormy is a doll. And, as Dustin put it, you would probably have to pry her out of my cold, dead hands to get her away from me, so I'm pretty sure she has a forever home, lol.
She's a snotty little princess already (had to double check to make sure Luna wasn't involved in the parentage somewhere :)) and she rules the farm. Mama doesn't like the other horses to even look in Baby's direction, let alone try to approach the fence. However when Luna came up from pasture the first day Stormy was outside, Brownie trotted her right over to the fence and showed her off. I guess that's one of the perks of being lead mare, getting to see the new stuff first.
Luna looked her over, bug eyed and mildly alarmed. She had to check thoroughly to make sure that spindly-legged little thing was actually a horse. All went well until until Stormy snorted, whipped around, and threw a kick in Luna's general direction. Luna yanked her head up and looked at me like "Can you believe this brat?". It was pretty amusing. She is growing like a weed. I want to get some video and pictures here as soon as I can.
I am booked solid with training horses, lessons, and barrel racing. Also summer means bbq, ball games, swimming, and a ton of other things. I have been super busy but I'm trying not to forget about writing here. And trying not to have a heat stroke :)
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