2008 Babies

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Summer's HERE....

It's been a busy spring, lots of nice babies, lots of mares to breed! We're tickled with the Bearly Missed babies and the second year of Honky Tonk CD's and Call Me Playguns are super nice too. Honky Tonk CD continues in his training and showing under the expert guidance of Brent Marsh. They did earn half a point at his last show so we feel like we're on the verge of an exciting show career.

Like a lot of folks we often find ourselves overwhelmed with things that need done. So, we've decided to cut back some on the horses. If you are in the market for a nice youngster or broodmare please contact us. We'll try to shoot you a fair price for a nice horse, that's how we try to do business. We hope you all are well and that the Lord blesses you as he has us with a good life, filled with good friends and good horses!

Take care,
Eddy and Deb

Spring has Sprung!

here's some of our babies and mares out in the pasture......

First Show- Brent Marsh / Honky Tonk CD

Feb 10, 2007 CPRHA Show Columbus, NE. This is the first out for Honky Tonk CD. He's trained and shown by Brent Marsh. We're very pleased with their first run and we're looking forward to watching their continued progress this year.

Honky Tonk Cd and Brent Marsh 8 week update

We want to wish everyone a very happy New Year! Ours is shaping up nicely.... Brent and Cd are starting to really look good. We have lots of babies coming in the spring- including quite a few "Bubba's". Give us a call and stop and see the youngsters. God Bless, ~eddy and deb

Seasons Greetings

I've been bad about posting to our News! page....just never seems to be enough time. We do want to wish everyone a blessed holiday season- and to share our favorite Christmas story. Peace to you and yours!

The Christmas Horse

The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.
Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. "Why do you not at least dispose of "The Old One". She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save where you can. Why do you keep her anyway?"
The old man looked down as his worn boot scuffed at the barn floor and his arm stole defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her to him and rubbed her gently behind the ears.
He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Only because of love."
Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley. So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smouldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".
In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who had come to their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana.
Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us, therefore, climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared."
And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked up and gasped in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this.
Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy as he pulled his wife forward. There, beneath the tree, was their Christmas gift. Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping daintily through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine.
And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of those she loved. Her body was brittle with years, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift - Because of love. Only Because of love.



~Love,
Eddy and Deb

Where does time go?

Well, here we are in the middle of summer already!!

Breeding season is winding down, hay season is rolling on and we're all worn out!! We had an extremely good foal crop this year and we're tickled with all the new "kids". Honky Tonk CD's babies are super athletic, with really nice heads, good deep chests and lots of substance in their "britches"!! He had just a few foals last year so we had an idea what they'd be like, but were extra pleased with them. Call Me Playgun's babies are also super cute, compact and quick with really nice heads also- as an added bonus they are very colorful!! He has a dorsal stripe under his gray color and put several babies on the ground that right now appear DUN- go figure. I dug into his pedigree a bit and it appears that the great mare, Miss Silver Pistol had some roan and dun in her pedigree. All we can figure is that it's coming from her side and hides under the gray color as they get older. Our filly by Bearly Missed continues to impress us with her personality and looks so we're looking forward to his foals next spring. We hear from the owner of his daughter that's running barrels that they are doing well with her and are quite pleased with her talent and speed. Our thanks to all of our loyal friends and customers for making this breeding season pleasant and successful.

God Bless,
Eddy and Deb