The Big, Red Colt

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Long legs, huge hip, solid shoulders and big ears make up my big, red, colt-baby Sims.

I ran the color genetics for Fargo (a palomino) and Flag (a gray).  Of course, I did. Gray is dominant and the chance of the baby being gray was over 60% according to the University of California-Davis.  But Gray horses, are not born.  It is a color that horses turn.  A horse can be any color at birth and become gray.  And UC-Davis factored that in as well.  So, I hoped for my favorite, a buckskin.  I hoped for a smoky black colt.  I longed for some white legs and Fargo’s trademark blaze (that she passed along to Betty Sue).  But never in my daydreams of this baby, did a red colt come to my mind.


Here is the actual color calculation.  Gray is shown as the final color of the coat along with the color in parenthesis that the horse will be born. 

The chance of Sims staying my big, red horse are only 6.25%.  I am not aware of any Flag horse that is a chestnut (horse word for red).  So, Lauren will probably get her longed for gray Flag horse to match Feather.  Clearly, I did not get my 9.38% of a chance at a buckskin.

But that is all okay.  Sims is finally here!!  Sneaking in to be born as Lauren watched Grey’s Anatomy and I was at work.  (Someone suggested calling him Flagmount’s Grey’s Anatomy, but Lauren vetoed that!)  He is healthy, straight legged, big and super friendly.

A word about his barn name.  Sherre Sims befriended us during the Wharton years.  She was diagnosed with cancer.  She fought bravely and hard.  But cancer won.  She was one of the best people I ever knew.  So this is our tribute to her.

We are still arguing about his show name.  It will be Flagmount’s something  just like Feather is Flagmount’s Irish Freedom.  I will update you on that. Feel free to add suggestions, please!

Here are some more pictures.  Thank you for all you that have followed this boy from conception to life.  It is pretty awe inspiring.

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Mama Fargs saying”this huge thing came out of me?”


At least he sleeps sometimes!


We had some issues with Fargo being under the weather right after the baby came.  I cannot tell you how proud I was of my two daughters, Ally and Lauren, as they tirelessly took care of the baby, hour by hour, as the antibiotics took hold and mama Fargs got better.  I know if Amber had been here, I would have seen a truly top notch team as she is my certified International Lactation Consultant daughter and she would have known just what to do to help Sims keep eating to stay alive.

There was never any whining or complaining even as they tired and wanted to quit.  They were both already madly in love with this big red colt and nothing was stopping them.

We are so grateful to welcome Sims to Six Meadow Farm.  Expect big things from him! We are.

Thanks for riding along.

All I Ever Wanted

****This post was written yesterday!!  Fargo’s baby has since been born!!

If you are lucky, and I feel I am, you, from time to time, you are able toassess where you are in your life.  Most of the time we just meander along without giving our life on a whole a lot of thought.

I certainly have tottered along.  No stranger to ups and downs.  Many things have changed over the years.  I had not given  a lot of quality thought around what is my life about-where am I in my goals for what I wanted from  life.

Takes me back to when I was little.  From the day I was born there were horses in my life.  Although I was born in Denver, even way back then, they had boarding barns and my dad owned a bay Quarter horse named Sugar Pop that he kept at the local stable.  My sister and I loved to go to the barn with my dad.  I loved horses from Day 1.  And dogs and cats.

It started to formulate what I wanted from life.  Summers we got to spend at the ranch, quintessentially holding everything that was dear in my life, my family, my dear friends and the animals.  The Rockies played a big part in that but in life you can’t have exactly what you wanted.

Education was a big part of the expectations for my sister and I.  There was never a question of if we would go to college or have job.  It was an assumption.

So, looking around the farm the other day it suddenly hit me that indeed, right here, landlocked in little city of Richmond was my farm, my ranch, if you will.

I started to think back to what I had wanted all those years ago.  And you know what?  I have all I could have ever wanted.

This farm with its horses, dogs loping around freely, cats sleepily hanging from the beams in barn, kids laughing and friends talking is what I would have conjured up as kid if I would have had the ability to see the future. 

I have a great job that the education my parents insisted upon helped build.  I would have never thought Texas would have been where I landed or this little parcel of land above river the place I call home, but it is.  I wish I had a partner in this life, a companion, but that is not how it worked out for me and my girls and their families are my truest blessing.


The very first day the horses arrived at the farm, beautiful Bruno and determined little Snow.

One day, maybe even today, I will cross another goal off my list, with the birth of a baby horse, right in my own backyard (or Fargo might just explode into outer space from being stretched so big).

Each of these moments, makes me realize I need to do a better job of living now.  If I have all I ever wanted then I should step up and enjoy it a little more graciously.


How special is this moment caught at the barn yesterday as Kendyll just hung out with Snowboy?

Life is now.  Life is here in grand proportions.  I just need to stop sometimes as I worry away, whittling down each problem in my head to minute dimensions.  I have been obsessed with worry lately and in the end all is well-or as well as it is supposed to be.

Stop and enjoy your life.  You might find it is all you ever wanted.



NO baby for Fargo yet—-just kidding!!

Baby Sims at 11 hands and 124 pounds was born this afternoon!

A baby for Nova to cure her ails?

And Feather is deemed A-OK by Texas A&M

Stay tuned and thanks for riding along.


Sounds like Life

CaptureSounds like life to me it ain’t no fantasy
It’s just a common case of everyday reality
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
It sounds like life to me

Sounds like life to me plain old destiny
Yeah the only thing for certain is uncertainty
You gotta hold on tight just enjoy the ride

Get used to all this unpredictability
Sounds like life

Darryl Worley

Wise woods for me as I get banged around the pin ball crazily careening through the machine bouncing off the flippers,  a marble gone crazy.  

My beautiful new from Kentucky, Foxhound suffered an accident Monday leaving her paralyzed. By Friday with none of drugs giving her relief, Lauren and I stood by her as we put her to sleep. So, what was the point of bringing that beautiful dog with such a dear soul to me for a month to tear our hearts out as she passed?  I don’t get it. 

In the meantime pregnant and due to deliver Fargo just keeps holding on to the baby one more day. I have chosen to sleep out on the concrete by her stall. This is bucket list stuff and I dearly want to be there when the baby comes.  So far just rain and back aches have come from my all night camping trips at the barn.   


Fargo is 331 days pregnant. Full time is approximately 340 +/-  

  Last night as the storms moved on and the moon showed up in the sky I took about 200 pictures. Not sleeping. Pretty bored. No baby. All the other horses laid down at least for a while but Fargo just kept munching hay. Good times. 

  To make the week more chaotic my horse Nova colicked badly with a serious impaction in her gut. We were lucky after a rough 36 hours or so to see Nova was going to make it.     Feather super “drunk” so could get some good x-rays. 

Then Feather went to the top of the prayer list as X-ray showed a serious mass in her facial bones. Some top Texas surgeons were betting on a real bad end to Feather’s life but continued diagnostics have us thinking we might be looking at a completely different, and treatable problem. Fingers crossed. 


Finally our boarder Kendrick caught this great shot of Feather, Nova and Betty Sue on the beach in my back pasture catching some rays. I love it!  
I will keep sleeping again with my mare on the off chance I catch her giving birth. I am off to Oklahoma Monday for a few days so no doubt that is when the baby will come. I guess that’s life.  

Sounds like life to me plain old destiny

Yeah the only thing for certain is uncertainty

You gotta hold on tight just enjoy the ride

Get used to all this unpredictability

Sounds like life


   Blonder Reflection, aka Fargo, huge with baby at day 318 of pregnancy.

 All these months that I have been telling you that Fargo’s baby is due in June, I have been delusional.  She was bred on June 15th.  Being the slightly obsessive person I am, I went through my whole calendar and steadfastly recorded the days, weeks and months of the pregnancy.

At any moment from conception through the fall, winter and spring I could accurately tell exactly how far along my new baby was.  Somehow, I just got it in my head to keep numbering on to her June 15 conception day, only a year later ( bet this gives you all a lot of confidence around my accounting abilities).

It was only recently as Fargo has gotten more enormous seemly every day that I had that OMG moment when it occurred to me that horses only (only!!-ha ha)  carry 11 months.  This baby should arrive right around day 340.  Oh, and by the way- today is day 318!!

The father of this baby is Flagmount’s Freedom.  If you check both USEF and USEA, you will find a whole bunch of these Texas bred babies coming up in the ranks.  Winning in the dressage, eventing, show jumping and hunter rings.

My mare, Blonder Reflection by Blonder Hans by the top Kinsky stallion Atom has impressive dressage and Grand Prix background herself.

Blonder Hans (Fargo’s daddy) 

 These two are Fargo’s grandsire, Atom

She is a granddaughter of the top jumper Rainbow, both maternal and fraternal sides showing great promise in this mix with Irish Flagmount.

 Rainbow, a top Oldenburg stallion is Fargo’s other grandsire.

So everything is here to make this a super special baby. But a lot of people have thought that at this point before the baby hits the ground. Time will tell. 

We are busy suddenly with a deadline looming, to get her mare and nursery quarters organized.  We had a name all ready but just saw one of the Flag colts born a few weeks ago has claimed it.  Our Flag and Blonder Reflection baby was going to be Flagmount’s Reflection.  Perfect, right?  But now we must start thinking again.

  The barn name for this baby will be for one of my recently departed friends.  I have a barn full of horses named for my dead relatives. I would love to use something from my father for this baby but just don’t think Flagmount’s Fred is going to do it for me. 

Think of names, say a prayer for a healthy baby and I will let you know what happens next.  And I swear I have the dates right now!