She actually was a double-Fadjur daughter (possibly triple as memory ain't so great: Bint Fadjeyba)...great broodie, but a horrible ride. Kind of like sitting aboard Pepe LePew. Boing, boing, boing. My favorite riding mare was the Barich de Washoe daughter La Morena who had gone through a string of trainers by the time I got her, so she could ride, drive, do cow work. BUT all that manhandling left her really, really sour -- indeed, the expression on her face was often like she smelled something BAD -- and my first saddlings of her often had her rearing in the cross ties. The folks I bought her from thought she was infertile...she wasn't, though. I threw her out in the pasture and let her just relax a bit. Casual rides, no performance stress. She turned out to be fabulous, but she just needed the right owner to understand her and what she needed. Loved the fact that I could just point to the trailer and say "Get in" and off we'd go to hack a portion of the Tevis trail. Worked through most of her issues, but for some reason she hated geldings and was never too keen on her colts. One of her foals, Blues Rondo, went on to be National Top Ten performance, I believe. She was a liver chestnut, which is why I'm so partial to them now....that and a pearly fleabit.
I'm right now in the process of moving, so photos will have to wait until unpacking. After living in the city for a decade or so we (new hubby and I) have bought a farm-ette in Corrales, THE horse capital of New Mexico. Raising apples, which require neither speed nor agility on my part. We're in a VERY horsey community...indeed, no sidewalks nor street lights...just riding trails. Our property even has an old iron hitching post out back for visitors, although neighbors tell me the past owners kept no horses. I love sitting on the porch with my morning coffee and hearing the clip-clop of folks headed out on their morning ride. I've got a nice win-win situation with a neighbor who gets my mower clippings as most of my property is irrigated lawn (with orchard) for her corralled rescued horses and I don't fill up my garbage bin with grass clippings as I've got plenty of other stuff to put therein...plus it gives me horse face-time without having a wheelbarrow involved.
I'm right now in the process of moving, so photos will have to wait until unpacking. After living in the city for a decade or so we (new hubby and I) have bought a farm-ette in Corrales, THE horse capital of New Mexico. Raising apples, which require neither speed nor agility on my part. We're in a VERY horsey community...indeed, no sidewalks nor street lights...just riding trails. Our property even has an old iron hitching post out back for visitors, although neighbors tell me the past owners kept no horses. I love sitting on the porch with my morning coffee and hearing the clip-clop of folks headed out on their morning ride. I've got a nice win-win situation with a neighbor who gets my mower clippings as most of my property is irrigated lawn (with orchard) for her corralled rescued horses and I don't fill up my garbage bin with grass clippings as I've got plenty of other stuff to put therein...plus it gives me horse face-time without having a wheelbarrow involved.
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