Wednesday, October 22, 2014
On Sunday, Bruce and I were almost home when we pulled over because a cattle drive was happening all around us.
We sat and watched the cows spill down the road all around us, herded by cowboys on good ranch horses. I had my camera in my purse.
One of those ranch horses looked very familiar. Starboy! I watched this boy being born 12 years ago. The one baby from my mare Sheba. I kept him until he was two, then sold him to my former neighbor, Mike.
Mike was looking for a good working horse. Starboy was a youngster looking for a job. A match made in heaven.
When I decided to breed Sheba, his mom, I researched bloodlines and sires for months. I chose his sire, Junior Starlight, as the best stud. Yeah, I think we did well.
I'm so freakin' proud when I see my strong, beautiful boy chasing down an errant cow. And I'm so happy that he grew into his birthright as a cowhorse. Such a magnificent horse.