Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Fin's Foals

So this is a bit over due as this happened two weeks ago. I was on spring break and I got to meet up with my hobby friend, her nickname is Bird by the way, and I came bearing gifts. She had my Argyle Flagship Horse for me and I had a pair of show ribbons and her custom foal. Yep, Fin's foals were born! So here is the lovely photo story. Also, it's a little like three story lines in one, so I apologize for that.

 The trek had been long, two stallions, two teenagers, and the barn's designated trailer driver. All the way from Chicago Land's finest stable, Trail Blazer Farms to Ohio's hidden gem, Tweety Bird Stables. The teenagers were TBF's official jockey, Kate, and Meg, the girl showing Fin. After several hours of travel the crew arrived, weary from their travels. Cassie the barn owner greeted everybody and directed the horses to the proper stalls.

Kate put Lenny away in the racing barn. He's a bit of a Midwest legend so he was pampered. He was getting ready for his race that was being held in Canada. Lenny and Kate were both anxious to run off some pent up energy. Kate is as much of a Thoroughbred as her horse!

 But the real reason for the visit was to bring Fin up to meet his first foals. Fin is a young boy, only eight years old, and these twins were going to be his first! Meg groomed the anxious dad to be, he knew his mare was next door. 

The birthing kit was ready to go with cute little monogrammed blankets and toys for the new foals. Everyone waited and waited but nothing happened. Cassie instructed the girls to go for a ride or meet some of the other riders. Mares prefer to be alone during birth anyways.

So Kate tacked up Lenny and decided to challenge the farm's other two racehorses to a little practice race. Race For The Roses, AKA Rosie, and Feather Lace, AKA Lacey, were strong contenders. Lenny couldn't have cared who he was racing, he was pumped. He shot past everyone, and much to Kate's dismay, tired to quickly. Sometimes he's too stubborn to be stopped.



But Lethal Weapon tied with Race For The Roses,( And a few days later showed those Canadian horses what American racers are all about.) Meg decided to use her time riding the new drafter, Duke or Clover's Irish Mist. He's proficient in saddle work, vaulting, and carting. He's an all-arounder.


When the riders were done with their riding and racing Cassie called everyone to the foaling stall. There, in that little box, contained two precious half-Arab colts. One was a sturdy, solid black/bay horse and the other was a stunning black tobiano pinto.
 They quickly stood and romped around wondering what had happened. They nursed with their mother and then were greeted by the stable's crew. Soon they had warm blankets and bright, shiny halters for the chilly, spring night. Names were decided, Coin Flip for the black/bay and TBF Finishing The Dream for the pinto. Finishing The Dream would be called Royal and Coin Flip would be called Monty. The names related to their parents, sorta. Royal got his by combining his sire's name TBF Finish Line and his dam's name Daddy's Dollar, AKA Dream. Monty got his through the coin flip to determine who got each foal and because coin in spanish sounds a little like Monty. Through the coin flip TBF got Royal. While he's smaller he is very promising as both the foals are.
 Fin nuzzled his mare, thanking her for everything. He admired his new sons and whinnied a proud tune, as any father would. It was late and the whole stable went to bed shortly after.
The next morning the blankets were removed, and the foals were eager to play and explore. They met a new friend, a yearling named Kumquat or Q for short.
Later it got cold again and the brothers followed their mother to romp outside in the paddock.
Fin was being hand walked and he stopped for a moment to survey his lovely family. It was a good day for all.
I will continue to update everyone as the foals "grow up". It shouldn't be long now. Aside from all the other photo stories I have to share one will be halter training Royal.
As always thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought in the comments below. And yes, I customized the foals and Lenny. If anyone is wondering about Lenny's color it's a rarer type of dappled black bay that results in those leopard/giraffe spots on his hind end.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Hot Heads

I took these pictures for this story last Sunday and I finally got it posted now. I have a ton of stuff to put on this blog so let's get started with photo story #1

When Jack saw the ad he knew what had to be done. He called his best friend, Jake, over.

"Look at this! It's such a good deal and it's perfect for the farm," said Jack. Jake agreed and told the barn owner, Sydney, their plan.

"I really don't want a hotwalker. All the kids here walk their hot horses off anyways. They enjoy it. Don't bring this thing here," Sydney said. The boys just smiled. They wanted a hotwalker.

Then the next day this happened:

 Sydney came out of the barn, mad as an old red hen. "What are you doing! I told you not to bring this piece of junk here!" The boys nodded their heads and simply said, "He gave it to us for free, he didn't want it either." This much was true. "Alright you take care if this, put it together, get horses used to it, whole nine yards," said Syd as she went inside the barn to watch.
 The assembly went smoothly, for the most part.

 Jack briefly lost his ladder.
 Soon the boys were done and took a rest. Then it was time to load some horses.
 Cuervo was terrified of the noise, being that he was from a BLM round-up.
 Forest took off,
 leaving his halter hanging.
Sydney decided that if they could find four horses who could benefit from the hotwalker they could keep it. She didn't think they could manage such a responsible task. The boys selected four worthy horses, Riptide who was a young show jumper with a demanding training schedule,
 Baton Rouge an older racehorse recovering from a bad racing accident,
 Nemo a younger schooling pony who got very sweaty with his thick hair,
 and the young, spirited arabian stallion, Jolly. Jolly would soon be broken in and needed a serious energy drainer every now and then.
 After hand walking them they attached them to the hot walker. They all got the hang of it and enjoyed the nice, spring day.


 "You did it boys, you really did it. Now get this thing out of the commons and back by the paddocks," said Sydney. The boys just groaned.