Summertime and the feelin' is easy...

 The two new boys, Frank and Danny, have been wonderful. They have been the easiest Thoroughbreds I have ever transitioned from the track. Both are leading trail rides, jumping 2'6" coops, going thru ditches, water....amazing. Sometimes they need a lead but I am so happy with both of them. They are best friends and seem happy with life on the farm. I keep the routine the same, going out for 20 minutes after morning feed. Sometimes just a walk-about, sometimes a gallop around the back corn field, which is now shoulder high! I am really happy they have been easy because the grandkids keep me busy a couple days a week. I love them and I love looking at the world thru their eyes.

ditches conquered...on to bigger jumps

My friend and fellow whipper-in loved Preacher and was looking to have her first Thoroughbred. He fit the bill perfectly and as I had two more youngsters to work with, Preacher went to a new home. They are both happy I am told!! He was as uncomplicated as a Thoroughbred comes, I may miss him!
Danny, the pretty chestnut, conquered his fear of a ditch and we have crossed many muddy ones at this point. He is a little bit lazy which is not a bad thing in a young Thoroughbred. I have ridden out with the mare and my daughter's horse. He is happy as long as they are in sight, only hurrying a little to catch up when they disappear. Only Thoroughbred I have ever had that actually has a Western pleasure "lope". He will make a show horse if not a foxhunter.
Frank, the old soul is wonderful. Does whatever you ask with absolutely no drama, he is priceless. I could not be happier with these guys and am having fun. I might go take a few lessons!!

it's the ditch, not the puddle.....

My three newbies have been doing really well. Preacher looks like a new horse, starting to dapple. I love a true mahogany bay that dapples, they just look rich, like fine wood. He is always calm and has no drama. Likes to jump and he is a pleasure. It is a good thing that I really don't have much to say about him, he has done everything right . A friend really wants him so I may not have three newbies after all. Frank, the big plain dark brown, is an old soul. I know he is five but truly, he acts like an old horse. As calm as Preacher, he has done everything that Preacher has. Jumped the same 2'3" bales and logs, goes through the water and ditches, doesn't spook when the deer bounce out. He has a very long stride which is a pleasure to ride. I think he will be a lovely whip horse. Just have to get them all past cows, which I do not have on the farm!
Danny Boy, the pretty chestnut 4 year old that was gelded three weeks ago is doing well. He is definitely a year younger than the other two, still hollers for his friends when he can't see them. Actually he hollers when he can see them, he is just young and enthusiastic. Nobody hollers back. But Bob, his "girlfriend", will nicker occasionally in reassurance. Love the old guy. Danny Boy has gone out alone around the big fields, he even followed my mare, who stayed well in front, but he behaved just fine. However he doesn't like ditches! He's ok in the mud and puddles, which I have plenty of, has crossed the wooden bridge, has jumped the logs. He even is happy
to just plow through the woods like a whip horse. But ditches are a no go. I think he can't understand the up and down of it.   He refused to follow me when I dismounted and tried to lead him through ( this is a a small ditch with a tiny stream of water in it), he refused to follow his buddies through. He was not unruly, just immovable. We had to go through the swamp to catch up and he was fine with that! So yesterday I cleared a path through the woods to a flat tiny stream crossing, probably muddy after yesterday's rain, which puts us on the far side of a ditch that goes back to the barn, which is visible. I am hoping this works. I may get hubby to lead Bob, old faithful, and I may just lead Danny with a chain on his nose. This is pretty standard racetrack persuasion.   I will let you know if it works. Wish me luck.

3 fence rails later....

Remember what I said about horses going through the fence ...! Here is horse number 3, the Brad Pitt of the bunch. 4 years old and stunning, his name is Danny Boy ( Jockey Club name was Lettersfromdublin) so we made it Irish somewhat. He lost his manhood a week ago, but he does not realize this yet. So we have let him live in small paddock with Michael's old retired foxhunter, Bob. Bob is the best babysitter, long suffering and kind, mostly. He looked at the new studly fellow and then back at me, as if to say, Really!!! But all was well until I had the bright idea to let the other 2 new geldings as close as a fence rail apart. There had been a small aisle between, but I thought Danny might remember his stablemate and be OK. Well, in the space of one day with Bob he had made him his b***h and was not going to let any one else come near. It took about 30 secs for a body slam along the fence and the 3 rails went flying , splintered in 6 pieces. Old Bob thought this was his jailbreak and took off with the other 2 geldings, Frank and Preacher, who were justifiably terrified. Bob said "follow me" and took off across the pasture. Danny Boy didn't really understand what he had done and did not immediately plunge through the gap in the fence, because there were broken rails. He just screamed and ran around like stallions do who have just had someone steal their babe! My daughter and I looked on in horror. I yelled at her to put her horse away and I would fix fence hopefully before the colt found the gap. I managed one rail from another section to put across and then grabbed Danny Boy to put in stall. Sarh was having a problem with her horse who did not want to go in stall and thereby miss all the excitement, so she was yelling at me or him, not sure. I grabbed a leadrope and went to get Bob, who was blissfully eating with the other 2 new QUIET boys. He reluctantly returned with me to keep Danny Boy happy.
So I am now rethinking both the time and the way to introduce a recently gelded boy to the other 2.    I want to keep them all together because it is easier to bring three in and ride them all. By the way I have ridden them all and they all have been great. More on that next time.

Happiness is 3 new horses and a new truck!

My husband tells me he misses my blog writing. I miss Cookie McClung's funny stories in the Chronicle of the Horse. She was irreplaceable but there are funny stories everywhere with horses, so I am going to "chronicle" taking three new Thoroughbreds off the track and turning them into foxhunters.
This idea sprung from the fact that my best,   gold-standard whip horse, Red, is turning 19 this season and I needed to start bringing a new one along. I was down to 6 horses, having retired from breeding TB horses for the racetrack (which meant I sold them as yearlings at the big auctions). No more foaling monitors! I actually slept from March to May. No more crazy yearlings! It was great but ... and this will resonant with horse crazy people... I had 9 stalls!
I told a few people I was looking for a horse off the track, because that's all I can afford. I love those ads that say " low five figures". Are they kidding! Who spends 10 grand on a horse that can run through a fence the first day, who always pulls shoes the day after farrier is here, and the vet knows by name. I think "high three figures" is too much, but realize the seller has bills too!

At the end of hunt season my friend Bart told me about a little gelding he had that would be perfect! I liked the gelding part but the "little" part is a suspicious word for horse people. But I went to look and was horrified. This poor guy had the worst skin disease I had ever seen, actually second worst, as the other horse he had was even more pitiful. I could tell there was a nice frame under that skin, he was five, and he really needed a new home. So, new horse number one, Preacher, came home that day. He was maybe 15.2 and in really poor condition. I needed my head examined. But he jumped... did a little course of fences, chipped in on one and did it in three strides the next go round. That was with me and I am not a show rider, so he aimed to please. I liked that.

Word gets around when you say you are looking for a horse, even a cheap one, especially on the racetrack. Horse number two turned out to be tall, dark and handsome, but his name was Frankenstein. That's him in photo. Just didn't want to be a racehorse anymore, he is five and I thought he was great. Calling him Frank! Horse number three was his stablemate and had an owner that had had enough. Same trainer called and said "Want another?" Only problem, he still had his "doodahs", as my farrier says. When I told them no-one would take a 4 year old stud colt to their farm, the owner agreed to cut him and now there were three!  Oh, the new truck is a beautiful 2014 Silverado 2500, same as old one just newer.  Wish I could do this with horses. the ad would read: " Wanted- same model as wonderful, seasoned old gelding but newer with fewer miles!"  So the adventure continues.