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.

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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?”

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At least he sleeps sometimes!

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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.

We’re Pregnant! In foal! Having a baby!

Blonder Reflection aka Fargo

Blonder Reflection aka Fargo

Yippee!  Indications are that the insemination of my RPSI German mare, Fargo, was successful.  We will check her again in three weeks.  I think Fargo is a lovely mare, standing about 16 hands.

Fargo showing off her pretty trot in the pasture.

Fargo showing off her pretty trot in the pasture.

Her breeding as the Oldenburg Rainbow’s granddaughter coupled with her strong sire Blonder Hans whose strengths are wonderful elasticity and impulsion with a brilliant  jumping career should be a fine fit with the Flagmount genes we know and love so well from our own mare Feather.

Fargo's sire Blonder Hans

Fargo’s sire Blonder Hans

Fargo has had some lovely babies in the past and we sure hope to have another next March. Personally, I am hoping that Fargo as a Palomino from a Palomino sire from a Palomino grandsire coupled with her Oldenburg grand-sire’s pinto markings might create a colorful Flagmount baby.  But I do not care!  Happy, healthy and sound is the ticket.

Here are some pictures of Flagmount’s Freedom-

At 16.3, this is a big, solid boy reminiscent of his sire Flagmount King

At 16.3, this is a big, solid boy reminiscent of his sire Flagmount King

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These are shots of Flag in action.  No wonder our Feather is so brave!
Truly great news to brighten the seemingly endless days of rain that we have had.  We should know if our OTTB mare TeeDee is pregnant by Flag this weekend.  What a delight that would be!  Thanks for riding along!

Fate

Lauren holding Feather's fourth place award for points in Pre-Green hunter.

Lauren holding Feather’s fourth place award for points in Pre-Green hunter.

Last night Lauren and I returned to the Greater Houston Hunter Jumper Association (GHHJA) banquet after a years absence.  The annual banquet celebrates and awards the riders, in each division, as they accumulate points based upon placings at each show.  Some divisions are very competitive with hundreds of points being earned by top riders.

Two years ago, Lauren with her horse, Mickey, won the Open Jumper division, the highest height division in GHHJA.  It was a time in our life when we were pretty happy with our little bay horse.  Although, Lauren was taking regular falls off Mickey as he would randomly decide not to jump jumps, we really hadn’t thought of another plan.  Dev had been kind enough not to suggest that Mickey was getting a little unreliable at the higher heights.  Problem was, when Mickey was on, he was intoxicating to watch and ride.  He powered swiftly and precisely through a course of jumps in a rapid fire succession.   And he brought home the blue ribbons- when he didn’t throw Lauren into a jump.

So, we were not looking for a horse to replace Mickey when Dee’s notice to sell her Flagmount’s baby came to our attention.   I immediately said, “I will buy her!”  Uncharacteristically, acting on a split second decision.  I remember talking about her and showing her pictures at the banquet two years ago.

Feather as she looked two years ago.  Dev's dad said "maybe she will grow into that head."

Feather as she looked two years ago. Dev’s dad said “maybe she will grow into that head.”

Honestly, no one was too excited except Lauren, I and our Florida benefactors.   But fate is a funny thing, we did not know Mickey would get horribly sick or that a giant black Jump Start colt would come into our lives.   We were excited about Feather but have had our rough spells.

But from this season’s start at Pine Hill in February when the mare went reserve champ in the Pre-greens, we knew we had something.  Of course, that was the same day I hooked her beautiful ribbon to her bridle, and she freaked out dragging Lauren backwards through the arena at a trot ( I didn’t know horses could even trot backwards!).

We moved on from the hunter ring, when Dev was convinced Lauren would be able to respect the jumper ring and keep letting the mare learn her job. Lauren and Feather moved on through ALL the jumper divisions, earning ribbons in each one.

Sometimes as a parent, you don’t see the progress being made day by day  by your own daughter in the ring behind your house.  It took a friend to point it out to me, that Lauren and Feather did this on their own.  Meaning absolutely no disrespect to trainer Dev, who guided them along their way, but day after day, in the heat or the cold, they worked to get better and more confident together.  Some riders have trainers who show the horse in several classes and then the student takes over.

But each time Lauren and Feather entered the ring, to jumps of greater heights, it was Lauren coaxing the grey mare along.

Fate brought this horse to my daughter at the right time.  We hadn’t even dreamt of a horse of this caliber especially for the money that Lauren had saved, dollar by dollar, over the years.   You know how you remember some moments so vividly?  It all rushed back to me when we walked in the banquet last night.  A simple twist of fate brought Feather to us at the right time for us to be prepared to meet the challenges she would bring us and reap the rewards she was destined to bestow upon us.   Two years have brought us so far.

I am grateful for many things. Thank you for taking this journey with us!

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A girl, a horse and a dog

Lauren, Feather. Kona and the big Texas sky.

Lauren, Feather. Kona and the big Texas sky.

There were few things, actually not any, that I wished for and enjoyed more as a girl than my horse and my dog.  It is nice to see some things survive generations and technological changes.

It was a beautiful day today (a why-you-live-in-Texas day) and Lauren got Feather out to work before going for a lesson tomorrow at Dev’s. I was hanging out with Kona, throwing his tennis ball with my good arm and snapping some pictures.  Lula joined us and there were a couple of times she spotted the ball before Kona.  She would hustle it back to me while Kona was running through the arena still searching for the ball.  She may be old but she still has game.

But Kona got tired of my pathetic throws and decided that Lauren would be the answer to better ball playing.  Off he charged to take Lauren his ball.  He really didn’t understand why she could not grab it from him as he dropped it (a little difficult as she was up in the saddle!).  I have to say for young Feather, she was completely undaunted by the ape-like dog running up and down the arena with her.  We shot some video and Kona even cantered along for several strides before loosing interest in the horse.

Waiting for the throw!

Waiting for the throw!

Kona got several good romps retrieving Lauren’s long throws as she sat up high on her horse.  In the end though, he just couldn’t understand why if he dropped it as he was supposed to do, Lauren couldn’t just throw it again.

The sand covered tennis ball dropped expertly at Feather's feet.

The sand covered tennis ball dropped expertly at Feather’s feet.

Oh, a girl, a horse and a dog, life is good.