The old boys club.
Laddy 27, Ben 26, Bounce 24, and Scamper 23.
My oldest is a mare, Babe, the first born to my foundation mare, LF Diamond Rose. Babe is 32. Mama Rose died giving birth to Zing in 2001. His registered name is WF Last of Roses, his barn name, Zing is also a tribute to his dam. If she wanted something she would zing her teeth up and down the stall door bars. She was also called Jailhouse Mama when she did that. That was a tough year, six foals, one an orphan. I didn't have a chance to grieve her loss, so I carried the pain for a couple of years. I adored that mare.
Mama with Topper (WF Impressive) 1997-2025
I think the horse infatuation is born into us. It tends toward the female but not exclusively. There is just something about them that grabs and holds. There is a saying in the horse world. "How do you make a small fortune in horses? Start with a large one."
5 comments:
Farming is the same, how to lose money fast:)
Lovely horses and bittersweet memories.
Lots of wonderful memories. Lots of sad memories, Pixie. Life is like that.
Truly Very Quality Bloodlines.. Growing up on a farm in rural Louisiana, I understand the matter of good, strong bloodlines.
Thank you. Losses are hard. ❤️
I imagine that we could all be, or mostly all be, horse people, but most of us don't get the opportunity. They live long, so the attachments must run deep indeed.
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