Life moves fast on a farm.
And if there’s one thing that horses and farming both teach you, it’s how to be flexible. That sometimes, despite your best laid plans, things don’t always turn out the way you wanted…and sometimes there’s a big fat lining of silver in that rain cloud.
For me, that was realizing that Quill was not meant to be a farm horse, and not a good fit for me. He was miserable doing arena work and bored meandering around the island, and the big colt let me know it in no uncertain terms. So we sold Quill to an amazing horseman and trainer in British Columbia, Danny Virtue, who trains horses for Hollywood. They took to each other immediately. I expect to see Quill in all his magnificence on the big screen in the next few years, a lifestyle better suited to his larger-than-life personality.
Quill’s absence begged the question, What would I do for a riding horse?
Look at that face! This was one of the photos from the ad the seller posted. It totally worked.
My bestie, Bernadette (known as B), was helping me search, and I had already come across and then stupidly dismissed the ad for the mare because she was in foal, and I wanted a horse I could ride right away. B convinced me to take a second look. The mare was only three months along, which meant I would be able to ride her for at least the next few months. She is in foal to an amazing stud (more on him in a minute). Best of all, she was the sweetest, most agreeable horse I had ever met, and she soothed the aching part of my heart that missed Quill.
I love her a ridiculous amount.
Asta checks out her new auntie grazing nonchalantly in the pasture as Neela watches carefully.
The two mares meet safely over the fence. Neela ultimately established her dominance, but it took a while for Isabella to give in.
The Baby Daddy: He’s also a Quarter Horse, a famous barrel racer called Slick By Design.
We are thinking that the foal may be solid black like its sire. Emma has named the baby Batman (or, if it’s a filly, Batgirl).
My best friend B is on Mocha and I’m on Isabella, at a scenic view we rode to that’s just down the road from our farm.
Ah, summer! This mare is so gentle, I have yet to ride her in a bridle.