Meet The Boys

First we have the boss, otherwise known as Beam's Breathin Easy, Easy for short. This girl turns 18 this spring, and doesn't show her age one bit, short of the few white whiskers about her nose. Honestly, in all my years around horses, I have never seen such an agressive and harsh lead mare than easy. She corrects hard and fast with no mercy. If this girl was in the wild, she would still be alive today. When easy speaks, EVEYONE listens. She's kind to people though, and gets quite mad if someone else is getting extra attention.

The next in line, as far as bossiness goes, is my beloved Kody's Black Shamie. Shamie is a gem to ride, she is gaited, surefooted and trustworthy, and doesn't have an ounce of spook in her. She also turns 18 this spring. She is very, very affectionate, and loves to nuzzle the fur on my parka. She grooms me as I groom her, never nipping, rather she gently nuzzles my hair and neck and sighs as I stroke her. She is jet black, without a single white hair, and her coat is as soft as a Shamie. We call her Sham Wow!

Then we have my sweet little mare, Cherokee's Tattoo Nichee. Nichee means "darling" in Hungarian, and she was named by my boyfriends mum a few months before she passed away. She had a horse named Nichee she was a little girl. Her Nichee pulled a wagon, and took the kids 3 miles to school. There were no long reins, just a horse, a wagon and the kids, and this horse ran full hilt to the school, only stopping to drop them off, and then returning to the farm on her own. I love this little horse, she is my pride and joy.



This is Beaudon's Dawson's Lady. Lady is Nichee's mum. She's turning 13 this year, and though she doesn't really enjoy having someone on her back, she is a good friend and a faithful companion. She really loves being a mother, and if we're really lucky, we might have a new baby in the spring of 2010.

This little chestnut is named Cassiar, after a mountain range and a ghost mining town in northern BC. She is Lady's and Shamies sister. We sold her to a lady, who has taken her to some fancy schmancy warmblood stable. I visted her there, and she looked so sad, and so dwarfed. She is only 14.2, and all her new friends were over 16 and 17hh. Poor little mouse. She buried her nose in my jacket and wouldn't move. I miss her so.

My baby wants to come home...

She lives with her herd about 7km up the road. It's a long way for a walk, and I've no where to keep her safe when I do bring her around. So my days have been busy, with work, and visits to Jerry's to feed and water the boys. (They are all mares, but I can them The Boys) That's how I call them in, "Cmoooonnnn Boysssssss!!!" and they come galloping to greet me. I LOVE that sight, it's so magnificent. The sound of their hooves, and their nickering in anticipation. I have to say, it's my favourite part of the day.

Our place has no fencing, and a few weeks ago, we had surveyors come out to find our property pins and flag our lines. This was very expnsive, but worth every penny. Then, we had a fellow come by with his big CAT mulching machine to cut our fence lines. This was quite the event, we had a few boys from the local colony to come out and give us a hand.

Every day is a new day...

and every rock is a new rock, and every new rock eats brown fillys. That's what my little mare will tell you. She's a sweet blood bay Morgan, turning 4 some time this spring. I met her in in the winter of 07. She belonged to my my boyfriends brother. I had purchased her dame from him, but any morgan owner will tell you, a morgan chooses her owner, and that's just what the little filly did.

Don't get me wrong, her momma, Lady, is a lovely, kind horse, but she is at the bottom of the pecking order, and the boss mares wouldn't let her near me. On the other hand, this little filly is fearless, and she pushed her way to the front to greet me. She has the bite marks and scars to prove it. So after some time, I traded Lady for the baby. And so our journey began.