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A Rising Star (or so we hope)


It is always the hopes and dreams of anyone who breeds race horses that their new baby will show promise and that promise will develop into talent. We’re no different from the rest of the breeding world. This March we put our newest baby into training. We named this colt Colonel Frank, for my Dad who passed away almost four years ago. This fellow is strong and elegant. A lot like my Dad.

He doesn’t look much like a baby. He’s big. Pretty powerful looking too. In horse lives he really is only just a baby.


He’s a two-year old colt. Just a tike in the world of horses. He doesn’t know anything about the world outside of our small farm. Training gets him ready for his job… racing. He has to learn to stand in the bathing stall and allow water to be sprayed on him without getting all upset. He needs to know the world around won’t eat him. All the stuff we take for granted like trucks, and buildings and open spaces, blankets, and saddles, the shiny reflection of a puddle of water, a large tuft of grass, somebody yanking on your leg and pounding on your feet… I could go on and on. To him they are all potential to be eaten.

He especially has to learn to take a rider.


He’s taking to that pretty well. Our trainer has been putting him in scary places to get him used to all sorts of situations.


Here Victor is galloping him inside an empty barn! Up and down, past the shadows and the puddles. He was a little jumping at first, but Victor, an experienced jockey, had him settled down in no time. Standing inside that shed row with those hooves pounding the dirt floor as he flew past was thrilling. I don’t deny that pride had my chest swelling as we watched him. I don’t think being his mommy had all that much to do with it.

This fellow has a way of going that takes my breath away. I sound a little swoony. I should save it all for my books, but what the hey.



After that lesson Victor took him into the neighboring field with large brick monsters and giant light green snakes to further his education. Colonel kept a keen eye on those things in case they tried to gobble him up, turning his head to keep them in clear view. Victor let him look, but made him stick to his job… walking in a big circle in the field.


He’s learning he won’t get eaten as easily as he thought.


He’s still out there, alive and kicking. He’s got a lot of class. But, I am biased. Heck, we raised him and watched his every move for two years.


This is Recil Payton, our trainer. He trains horses in Salisaw, OK. We think he’s doing a fantastic job with our baby. Thanks Recil to you and your staff.

Notice I can’t keep Cooper out of the picture, not to mention our girl. I’m such a mom.


That’s my little piece of heaven today. I’ll be keeping up with our baby through the months. Bear with me, I like to share with the world.


Meet Colonel Frank


Whew!! I should be flogged for blog abandonment. It’s been a whopping four months since I last posted anything here. May the blog floggers not hunt me down with chastisement and punishment for my neglect. The summer was busy and filled with writing and other blogging and writing and a book release and family stuff
which I will blog about soon (because I have so many pictures to share).

Part of the delay is due to restoring this hard drive. When I wiped it clean I had to reload all the programs I had on it originally. That took some time. I was fast at work writing a couple of stories and doing family things. Evidently I don’t multitask the same as I used to. I finally put my Photoshop program on here and figured out how to load the actions I had once again. (That turned out to be sooo much more complicated than I remember the first time I did it.)

So, to catch up. Our new foal arrived in April and by June I started taking more pictures of the little guy. He is growing into a beauty.

I need to mention we finally agreed on a name for this little colt. He is called Colonel Frank, in memory of my dad whose name was Frank and whose rank in the Air Force was Lt. Colonel. This little guy has all the class and heart of my dad. May he fly as skillfully and tactfully as Dad flew those jets in the sky. And be just as fast!

And can this colt run. He loves to put speed in those long spindly legs. What a kick we get out of watching him run.
My husband has him acclimating to the trailer and he is a big boy now wearing a halter as any horse facing training should. Most impressive though is his gentle nature. After learning biting is an unacceptable behavior, Colonel nudges gently and doesn’t try to push against you. My hubby taught him very well.

Here is this week’s peek at our little piece of heaven. There are so many more things I want to share. I just hope I can get to them. There are so many great pictures in this hard drive.


Family Weekend Fun


This weekend we enjoyed a visit from our son and his new family. I can’t tell you how much we looked forward to this visit. Me and the kids planned food and activities. It all paid off in trumps too. We out did ourselves when you stop to think about it. We had so much fun, we almost collapsed in exhaustion. Stick around and I’ll give you the rundown.

The kids arrived Friday evening. Our son is engaged and his fiancée has two little girls. They live in the city and haven’t experienced the joys of a small country farm. The kittens found themselves in little hands right away. Those cats weren’t fast enough to escape. The girls are fast. I can’t tell you how many times they slip through my fingers. (Or maybe I’m just too old to move quickly.)

After a quick bite to eat we all moved out to the horses. The evening air had cooled wonderfully, thank goodness.

As most little girls their age, they held a fascination with horses. To get them accustomed to them, we pulled out some feed and showed them how to hand feed them. That is an experience for little hands.
Here is girl two…

Then girl one ….

We laughed at their reactions to those big lips on their little hands.

The main event followed. Horseback riding. This is my Naomi. She is an awesome saddle horse. I would trust her with a kid on her if they knew how to ride alone even. We take the appropriate precautions for novices though.

This was a work out for me as well.
But our son gets his chance to run around too.

After riding, the girls tried their hands at the giant sand pile. Their shoes were filled with sand after this. A lovely pile of the gritty stuff found its way to the porch before we entered the house. I couldn’t believe how much poured from their shoes.

No one denies a pile of sand is a kid’s delight.

The next fun thing to do before the sun settled behind the western horizon was to ride the four-wheeler. You know those aren’t too prevalent in the city.

Momma needed a ride too. He sold his motorcycle last month so this is the closest he gets to a ride.

Here is a nice picture of our son and his honey.

That was a mess of stuff to do in that short amount of time. We packed it in before eating homemade ice cream. That sounds so country. For a gal who spent most of her life in the city, I have come full circle to the simple life.

The kids drove off to their hotel only to have us call them back. C-Man heard the girls wished they could stay with us. That wasn’t any sort of a big deal to us. We had them turn around to drop the girls to spend the night here. They loved bathing in a big slipper tub and sleeping with our girl… all three of them in her bed like peas in a pod. We all got to sleep reeeallly late.

Nobody beat beat me and C-Man up the next morning. Girl one appeared the minute she heard stirring in the house. She did manage to scarf up one of the kittens first thing.

She also had first dibs on the goats that morning.

Our day could not begin without another ride on Naomi.

It was a good thing we rode early because the heat of the day only increased and stuck around until after well after sunset.

Such was the first part of the visit. We loved having those little girls running around and carrying Cooper and playing on the keyboard and snarfing homemade cookies.

Check back later for the rest of the visit. It is just too much to put in one post.

Thanks for sharing my little piece of heaven. Let me know what special people have come to visit in your life.