Casey Ann Kay at 16 years
of age. She matured to be 14.3 hands and weighs right
at 1,000 pounds. A far cry from her rough start!
One of the 12 horses we
brought in from the Clarkson Ranch was a little roaned
sabino mare named Casey Ann Kay. Casey was one of
the mares running with the two year olds along with
Molly and a few others when I'd gone out to Missouri
and visited Rollen Clarkson.
Like all the rest, Casey
had not faired well in the drought that plagued the
Ozarks over the winter so she was really poor when
Rollen took a photo of her to assure identification
prior to shipping. In fact she barely resembled the
mare I had viewed in person.
was thin and poor due to drought. Though Rollen had
thousands of acres it was mostly dirt if the rains
didn't come regularly.
Luckily I had seen her the
summer before when there was grass so I knew how she
should and could look. She was a cute little mare
with a sweet face and a baby doll head. She had good
bone and joints.
Her conformation was not
as correct as some of the others but she had a way
of moving and a intelligence about her that caused
us to accept her all the same.
Casey is sired by Comanche
Wildfire Z. which makes her half sister to Miss Molly
Fox, Fire's Strawberry Wine ( owned by my sister in
law) and Foxvangen's Toy Boy.
Casey's dam, Sheza Rockette,
is half sister to Molly through their dams. That makes
Molly also Casey's aunt. Sheza Rockette and Miss Molly
Fox are both out of Missie Devena.
When Casey arrived at our
farm in Washington she was as rag-tag as all the rest
but she was quite a bit smaller than the others her
age. She measured only 13.2 hands and taped a slight
Casey measured only 13.2
hands and taped a slight 735 pounds upon her arrival.
Like her sisters, she was hollow, deficient and drawn
up from lack of food and water.
Casey was one of the more
leery horses in the group that had come from the ranch.
None of them had been handled other than to ear them
down to worm them and forcing them into a trailer
so they didn't have much use for humans!
Because Casey and Molly
were the most emaciated of the lot we just gave them
space, time and all the feed they could eat. We worked
around them in a matter of fact way and let them settle
in to domestic life. Molly of course had gravels in
her feet so she had to be gentled in order to treat
her feet but when she was not in treatment she was
left in peace to adjust to her new situation. Casey
on the other hand was nervous and suspicious of everything
we did around her. She didn't over react, she simply
withdrew to a safe distance and watched us.
She reminded me of a little
freckle faced kid. Her eyes would simply be glued
to me as I worked around her and she was prone to
snorting and making funny noises with her nose. She
tended to smell everything as if committing all the
strange new things to memory by smell.
Two weeks after her arrival
Casey was filling up. Her belly was beginning to round
and her ribs were nearly covered over.
The only handling she got at that time was to
have a halter put on her each day and taken off each
day. She was in a safe paddock under observation constantly
but we stayed back and let her simply have space to
think and cope with the radical changes in her life.
These horses had been foaled on open range just
as any Mustang would be. They had grown up wild and
had survived many hardships just as a wild horse would.
For them to suddenly be thrust into a trailer, hauled
thousnds of miles and then be brought out into a foreign
world filled with strange sights, sounds and smells...well
it would be enough to unsettle any horse let alone
a young inexperienced mare.
Our method of working with horses is to keep things
low-key and let them adjust and think. Once they settle
in their mind that we are not there to harm them they
become curious. Once we notice curiosity replace fear
in them we can begin to do small things that are not
challenging or too demanding with them to build a
relationship based upon trust and understanding.
It can take time doing things this way, but we
feel it is worth it to take the time to defuse the
fear at the very onset of the relationship so we are
not constantly fighting it along the way.
Casey had gone through a rough time at the ranch
and was going to take a little more finesse than some
to win over her trust. She had been one of a group
of horses that had gotten impacted with worms so bad
she nearly died. Treatment was rough and ready since
she was wild and yet had to be treated.
That meant every contact with humans she had experienced
there to fore had been unpleasant and scary. It would
take time to balance that out by creating pleasant
contacts repeatedly so she could understand all touch
and contact by humans was not to be feared.
Our first concern was to get her eating and developing.
She was delayed in her maturing process and was extremely
small for her age. We also wanted to make absolutely
certain she was not packing a worm load so even though
we had paid a vet to tube all the horses at the ranch
(eared down and held) we wormed them all again. Thankfully
they had from time to time come in contact with grain
so they knew what that was and were not too picky
about how it tasted! We put the liquid wormer in their
grain and the job was done. After that all the horses
began to gain weight quickly.
After three months Casey
was no longer emaciated. She was rounded out and her
neck was no longer ewed out.
Three months after Casey had arrived at our farm
she had gained enough weight to round out her form
but was still only 13.2 hands and weighed 850 pounds.
She had progressed to the curiosity stage and had
become accepting of specific humans in her space.
She had learned it was ok for a human to walk up to
her but was still very wary and timid, particularly
if someone walked up to her face rather than her shoulder.
We began to do some basic ground work with her
and got her leading well and responding to cues and
giving to pressure. She was a quick study with a very
remarkable attention span.
She had been separated from her herd mates all
this time. Now that she was less reactionary and more
willing to tolerate human contact we turned her back
out with the group during the day and brought her
back in to her paddock at night. This gave her leading
experience but also taught her that when we came to
her it was often for a pleasant purpose such as feeding
time or getting to go romp with her friends. She began
to noticeably relax.
After a year with us,
Casey became hip high and grew another hand and an
inch. She gained more than 200 pounds.
Even though she was four
when she arrived at our farm and should have been
fully grown, Casey had other ideas. She began to grow
again! It was as though her maturing process had been
delayed by her lack of nutrition. She became hip high
and her body began to elongate. During this time we
began her ground work in earnest.
Casey was a willing worker
and liked a challenge. She was a snap to work with
in the round pen and had a retention level that astounded
me. She worked more like some of the Mustangs I'd
worked with before in California.
Because Casey still harbored
trust issues we spent much more time on her ground
work than we customarily do. We wanted to give her
every advantage so when we began to ride her she would
be tolerant, accepting and not afraid.
One day as I was working
Casey in the round pen a fellow arrived at our house.
He was a very tall man wearing a western hat, boots
and jeans. In our lingo he looked like a "Drugstore
Cowboy". He said he was a Quarter Horse trainer
but someone had told him we had Missouri Foxtrotters.
He said he'd never seen one before and wanted to know
more about them.
It seemed his father worked
as a horse trainer in Wyoming working primarily with
Mustangs and had done so for many decades. This fellow
had grown up around that and knew at least in theory
a good bit about how to monitor a horse's behavior
when working with one.
He asked if he could watch
me work with Casey for a while. Of course I told him
that was fine. Then I got back to work.
Casey with Ginger after
their ride...Casey's first and Ginger's first on a
Casey works like a natural
cow horse. She uses her body with a lot of natural
"cow". She is well balanced and athletic
as any horse I've ever worked. After a few minutes
the man interrupted the session and asked again "
You say this mare is a Missouri Foxtrotter?"
I assured him yes she was
indeed a Foxtrotter. At that he pushed his hat back
on his head and said in awe... " but she is working
like a stock horse!". That made me laugh because
obviously he was laboring under the false impression
so many people have with regard gaited horses in thinking
they are not able to perform athletic work!
When the session was over,
he asked if he could return the following day and
watch some more. It mattered little to me so I told
him he could.
He arrived the next day
a bit earlier. I was just taking Casey up to the round
pen. He fell into step with me and we began to talk.
As soon as we reached the pen he asked if I would
allow him to work with her a few minutes.
Normally I would not have
allowed that. I don't like to confuse a horse in training
and even if two people use the same method they will
not have the same exact timing, cues etc. But Casey
was getting a bit bored with things and I felt it
might be good for her to learn she could respond to
someone other than myself.
I stepped outside the ring
and watched as he began asking things of Casey. She
responded willingly and correctly without a hitch.
Within a few minutes he had her doing some pretty
advanced roll backs, side passes, reverses and other
movements that require superb balance and athletic
Casey was having fun! She
was watching him like a cat watches a mouse. Her attention
never flickered away from him for a moment. She was
on her feet moving almost before he could cue her.
She was quick, efficient and in perfect form. Her
legs crossed over on the turns without one mistake
and she used her haunch like any good working stock
Carl riding Casey at
one of the Lee Zeigler clinics.
At the end of the session
the man was mesmerized by her. He asked if he could
"play" with her again the next day. So it
was that he came every day for about two weeks. At
the end of that time Casey was really ready to go
to the next level. .
She had grown to 14.2 and
was weighing around 850 pounds when we first saddled
her. The visiting man had gone away amazed at the
talent he had seen in a GAITED horse...ha! So now
we were getting back down to our work.
I line drove Casey for two
weeks. She was just as quick a study at that as she
had been round penning and ground work. She was ready
to back but I was still busy with some of the other
horses and didn't have the time to put in her first
rides until I'd finished the others and gotten them
off to their new homes.
About this time a friend
of mine came by one day. Her son was in my preschool/daycare
center. Her name was Ginger and she is a Morgan trainer.
She had seen the horses every day for over a year
and admitted to being curious about them. She wanted
to know if I had one she could play around with.
I told her about Casey and
explained that she was ready to ride but had never
actually been backed. Ginger said she would like to
ride her so we went out to the paddock.
We tacked Casey up and Ginger
took her into the barn stall. Now I personally don't
believe that is a safe way to get on a horse for the
first time but Ginger claimed the stall keeps them
from wanting to act up. My thought is that if the
horse DID act up there is no escape and walls with
a horse smashing around are a bad hazard.
None the less she mounted
Casey and Casey stood very well. I'd been getting
up and down out of the stirrup and laying over the
saddle but had not actually straddled her as yet.
Carl out for an evening
ride on Casey Ann Kay.
Ginger turned Casey right
and left and Casey responded perfectly. Ginger said
"Well this horse is already broke!" she
rode Casey out the door out the paddock gate and up
to the round pen. She rode through the gate to the
round pen and then asked Casey to do some other turns,
stops, starts, etc. Again she exclaimed the horse
was broke. I explained about ground work and the fact
if it is done properly the horse really is broke but
still needs to learn to balance weight.
I had to laugh really because
any horse that will let a person ride them out through
a door, through a gate, up a few hundred feet to a
round pen, through the round pen gate...really doesn't
need to be ridden in a round pen.
Ginger had never ridden
a gaited horse in her life. But she asked if she could
take Casey for a ride. I said sure. The next day she
arrived and tacked Casey up. We lived about half a
mile from trails in one direction and about a mile
to trails in another direction. Getting to them was
easy on the verge of the road but we lived on a trucking
route that had logging trucks, concrete trucks, sand
and gravel truck and trailers, school busses, you
name it. Casey was from the ranch. She had never seen
these things since her paddock was at the back of
Before they left Ginger
asked me for instructions as to how to ride gaited.
I told her "Ginger, ask this mare to go forward,
do not let her trot and do not let her canter...she
will take care of the rest." With that they were
off. I trusted Ginger and I knew Casey would do well.
She is a sensible, sensitive horse. They would be
A few mintues after Ginger
left another gal from the Foxtrotter club came by
to look at our new foals and to talk "horse".
It was a sunny day though a bit brisk and we were
out in the turn outs looking at the new foals. As
is normal in such cases our conversation was protracted
and time got away from us. Pretty soon this gal said
"listen to that! someone is coming down the road".
I listened and sure enough
I knew it was Casey coming home and she was hitting
a lick! Ginger had found Casey's gait and from the
sound of it she was rating Casey beautifully.
My visitor said "it's
like music, just listen to that sound, it makes me
so happy to hear that!". I told her to be patient
because in just a few minutes they would be coming
up the driveway because I was certain it was Casey
Our driveway made a sort
of sweeping turn up a slight grade and then leveled
off to flat as it neared the house. We had a large
oval ring that was formed by the Driveway . Here came
Ginger with Casey just nodding away and reaching and
grabbing turf. That little mare was clipping off the
space like a little metronome and Ginger was just
gliding along with a silly grin on her face.
Her dark brown coat looked
bright yellow when the sun hit it from behind but
it was dark coffee brown if the sun hit it from the
front. We had never seen anything like that before.
As they sailed past Ginger
shouted..."hey Dyan, is this one of those gaits
we keep or do we toss it away?" I told her it
looked pretty good from where I was standing so we
might as well keep it. She had Casey foxtrotting a
hole in the ground and didn't even know it.
The gal standing next to
me grabbed my arm and asked how long it had taken
to get Casey working like that. When I told her that
was Casey's first ride she simply didn't believe me!
I told her that when they are bred to work like that
they just DO work like that. It also helped that she
was a mature mare and not a baby trying to bear the
That is the way all the
Clarkson horses we have experienced are. Anyone who
can ride at all will get consistent foxtrots from
them and natural flat walks. At speed they will get
a running walk. NO pace. Rollen is the only person
I've found to date in the breed to have standardized
his group to such a high degree. There is no need
to ask IF they will foxtrot, they just do it. I can
only hope our breeding program can be so successful.
Casey had only been ridden
a week or so when there was a charity ride to which
all our group wanted to go. I planned to ride Jasmine,
Carl was riding Ribbon and my sister in law, Jan was
going to ride her Arab mare, Babe. The trouble is
Babe freaks out in a trailer and this day was no different.
She loads right up and always has but as soon as she
gets in she goes bonkers and throws herself. She did
that day as well even though she was in a stock trailer
with plenty of space.
Paisley shed to a fully
roaned sabino but was very light gold! After being
so dark at birth it was a real surprise to us!
Rather than fight it we
decided to leave Babe home. In the past we have tranquilized
her and it does no good at all. She simply panics
in the trailers. So we let Jan ride Casey on the ride.
Jan is no expert rider and she had never ridden gaited
before either but I felt confident Casey would take
care of her even though she was green. Casey is just
that sort of sane individual. This was Casey's 8th
When we got to the ride
there were eight of us. I said that since Casey was
the smallest and the greenest horse there that she
should set the pace. Everyone agreed and off we went.
It was to be a 28 mile ride but the trails are groomed
and the footing is good. It was a lovely day and all
was right with the world.
Casey and Jasmine are about
the same size and we were riding along side by side.
Jasmine was working up a sweat because she really
wanted to move out but we held them back to a flat
walk. Casey was traveling along at a great flat walk
just covering distance without looking right or left.
She was just doing her job.
About 8 miles into the ride
another gal came riding up to me on her seasoned Foxtrotter
mare that was 15.2 hands. She said "Dyan you
said Casey was the greenest and the smallest so she
had to set the pace right?" I nodded. "
Well then explain to me why she hasn't even broken
a sweat and she is killing us back here!"
Turning in my saddle I could
see the other horses lathered and huffing while Casey
was just out for a stroll! She was just clipping off
the miles without any effort and yet the seasoned,
bigger horses behind her were being worked hard to
Casey is so efficient in
her motion she expends far less energy covering the
distance than most horses will. She was simply out
classing them! As to Jasmine, I never saddled her
unless I figured on riding at least 25 miles. That
is only about a 2 hour easy ride! But here we had
6 seasoned, larger horses sweating up a storm and
blowing trying to keep up with our two small mares.
What a hoot.
Paisley anxious to start
a race. Her owner is totally relaxed on her and they
look happy and content with one another!
That same summer Jan and
I were riding in the same area. We had spent a great
day following all the trails and enjoying our ride.
We came to a plateau after coming out of heavy forested
areas. I was riding Casey and she started to pull
just a little to the left.
She had never done anything
like that before. After several corrections she kept
on pulling. Not a lot, just sort of gravitating to
my left. There was a cliff to my left about a dozen
yards from the trail and no other trails in that direction
so I didn't see what was causing Casey to want to
go that way.
Finally I decided to let
her have her head just to see where she would take
me. She turned and went right toward the cliff edge.
When we got to the edge I looked down! We were directly
above where I'd parked my truck and trailer! Casey
KNEW where she was. I sure didn't. I had no idea in
the world we had circled around to that position.
Casey would gladly have
gone right over that bank and down the hill but we
took the trail around on a much easier footing!
Due to my health and our
prospective move to Arkansas we didn't have much time
to ride Casey after that. She got ridden every now
and again but not consistently by any means. Rather
than have her stand around idle we bred her. We bred
her to Montana's Blue Nugget P.
That mating produced a filly
foal, so far the only filly Casey has produced! We
called her Foxvangen's Royal Paisley. She was a sabino
filly that was born coffee brown. She had startling
cobalt blue eyes!
Paisley shed to a very light roaned sabino and
she looked gold! I sent photos of her to Dr. Sponenberg
because she had been born so dark with those odd eyes
and had shed light. Also her skin remained nearly
chalk white for the first 18 months! Dr. Sponenberg
thought she might be Champagne at that point just
as he had thought about Aysha but of course that proved
not to be the case. At that time he only had the coat
and skin to go by, now there is a test.
We sold Paisley as a two year old. She was shipped
to Arizona and that is where she is yet today. She
has an owner who treasures her and is using her to
CTR and doing very well with her. She claims Paisley
is the best horse she has ever ridden.
Tonkas curl before he
dried off from birth looked like one long row of waves
running down the spine with many rows of shorter waves
running off in a chevron pattern.
Casey is an alternate year
mare. In other words she will not carry a pregnancy
when she is nursing a foal. She produces too much
natural oxytocin. She conceives readily but resorbs
the conception. SO we only breed her on alternate
After our move to Arkansas
we were too busy to ride much and had major health
problems in the family besides my own ill health.
So we bred Casey again. This time to Toy Boy. The
results of that mating produced a colt we named, Foxvangen's
We named him that because
he was sturdy as a Tonka Toy and was a very big, strong
colt. It was also a play on Toy's name which we thought
Tonka is a true roan but
he is also a fully roaned sabino. His face mask is
muted due to the sabino influence. Besides being roan,
Tonka was born real curly! He was the first foal we
had produced with curls...or at least the first one
we had noticed.
The curls went along his spine like waves to shore
and the other waves branched off from that like a
chevron. He had curls down his legs, up his neck and
on his face. His hair was exceptionally short like
After he dried off the waves were still there
and could not be brushed out. He had curls in his
ears and curls on his lower legs as well.
At birth Tonka was covered
in deep waves from ears to feet with a curly mane
and tail too!
His tail was curly as was his mane but there were
some areas that were not as wavy as others. The texture
of his hair was more like wool and the waves had a
real springy feel to them.
Tonka was not the prettiest foal we had ever produced
but he was a real charmer with a lovely, docile personality.
Casey just doted on him!
By the time Tonka was two weeks old he was quite
the Goliath on our farm. He was so endearing and had
so much personality that his curly coat just made
him all the more lovable.
Such a happy colt, Tonka
lifted his head up from the grass he was eating to
call to me when I entered the pasture. He was a delightful
colt with sweet personality and a coat like a little
His hair remained real short but started to grow
a little bit so the waves turned into real tight curls!
He was a happy little boy with great bone and joints
and a playful personality.
When he began to shed those tight curls came off
in sheets rather than hairs. We said he looked more
like a molting buffalo than a foal but perhaps that
was unkind. It took him quite some time to rid himself
of his thick mat of curls.
Looking more like a molting
buffalo, Tonka was a real funny looking colt while
he shed his curls.
Tonka was certainly an oddity and none too attractive
during his shedding time but once it was over he was
all roaned and extremely short haired. There was not
a curl to be found on him anywhere and so far as I
know he never got them again although he may in winter.
He is hypoallergenic for those with horse allergies
and a calm, gentle horse. He was sold as a yearling
and last I heard resides in Kansas where winters can
get pretty cold so perhaps he shows some curl then
like his sire does.
By six months Tonka was
a big boy!
At six months, Tonka was nearly as tall as Casey.
He was growing so fast he reminded us of little boys
who are all knees and elbows in their pre-teen years.
All the same Tonka was a foxtrotting fool and could
move and maneuver with the best of them. I had opportunity
to see him as a three year old. His owner told me
they call him the "gentle giant" because
he is so laid back anyone can ride him and have fun
without fearing he will spook or get rowdy.
In between foals Casey became the farm babysitter.
She loves the foals but cannot carry while nursing
so there is a lag time between her pregnancies. During
those times she will care of any foal and should one
call out in distress, Casey will always arrive to
help before the actual mother can get there!
When Jasmine was nursing Foxvangen's Summer Heat,
Casey was her nanny. Summer spent all her time with
Casey. Casey stood over her while she napped. Casey
went with her wherever she went and stood quietly
by when Summer would go to Jasmine to nurse but as
soon as she finished her meal it was Casey who guarded
and took care of her while Jasmine nosed up to the
round bale so she could eat and make milk!
When Casey came home
from West Virginia she was out of condition but she
caught up fast..
Casey is also the pasture guardian. She is so
vigilant she knows whenever anything enters the pasture.
She will chase or kill coyotes and other vermin and
will drive stray dogs out pronto. She is not the alpha
of the herd, but she is the second in command to Molly.
The two mares work as a team to protect their "herd".
Molly controls the herd while Casey goes out to do
Casey's next foal was sired by Dan'Na's Magni.
Magni was a palomino and white stallion we had raised
from a colt. He was big boned, had great joints and
was a foxtrotting fool.
Near term Casey contracted placentitis. That can
be caused by a number of things but in her case it
was caused from her actually grinding her fanny and
sitting on the round bales. Her stretching and internal
pressure caused her to butt press on the bales allowing
hay to get into the repro tract.
One day she suddenly bagged up and it was way
too early for the foal to be born . That is a classic
symptom of placentitis so I put her on antibiotics
right away which is about the only thing one can do.
The next day her udder slacked off some and I hoped
we had been successful in delaying a premature birth.
Normal gestation is considered between 310 and 370
days but a foal can be viable after 305 days. With
help a few make it at 300 but those early foals are
always weak and need help.
Dragonfly was so tiny
and premature his bones were not hardened off yet.
But he had a will to live so we gave him the chance!
The next morning when I went into the barn to
feed, Casey was not there looking over her door as
normally she would be. I went straight to her stall
but she was not there! She was in her paddock. When
I opened the door to go through to the paddock my
heart just sank.! There in the middle of the stall
lay a fresh placenta! Casey had foaled! But there
was no foal there!
Dashing out the back door I found Casey standing
over a little scrap laying in a dung heap. He was
still alive! He was struggling trying to get up but
was exhausted and unable to stand.
He was so tiny he looked like a play toy. He was
only at 298 day gestation and by rights should not
be alive! Alive he was however. But he was going to
need some serious help!
Dragon fly at five days
was able to stand and nurse on his own but had to
reach up to the udder even though Casey is only 14.3
hands! he was a tiny little thing!
I carried him into the barn and laid him in clean
straw. Then I raced to get to the phone and call the
vet in West Plains. It was a certainty this foal would
be infected and was like a ticking bomb about to explode
with Navel ill or joint ill or both.
He could not stand to nurse and had been trying
for some time because he was already dry and he was
cold. Inside his mouth was cold and he had lost his
Hurriedly I milked Casey and used a syringe to
get some warm colostrum into his tiny mouth. I was
holding him on my lap trying to warm him at the same
time I was feeding him. After about the third syringe
full of milk he tired and needed to rest. I held him
and massaged him to get his circulation going. Unless
I could get more colostrum into him, warm him and
get some strength back into him he would not survive
the 60 mile trip to West Plains to the vet.
When he awoke I again milked Casey. She seemed
to know I was trying to help and was extremely cooperative.
I could milk her without holding a halter rope and
she never took a step. This time when I attempted
to syringe the milk into him, the foal began to half
heartedly suckle. That was a good sign.
Again he fell asleep so I took the opportunity
to daub his navel with iodine and give him an enema.
Even though he was premature he would be full of meconium.
Meconium hardens to a concrete hardness if it isn't
passed within a short time after birth. So I took
care that he would not suffer a blockage on top of
all his other woes!
Next time he awoke he was fussy and telling me
he was hungry. I offered him a bottle and he sucked
down two ounces. PROGRESS!
Dragonfly wearing his
mask at three days he was standing by himself for
short periods at a time.
Time was working against us. Foals are born devoid
of any immune system. They get all their antibodies
and immune protection from their dam's colostrum milk
during the first 12 hours of life. Since we didn't
know how old the foal was when I found him we were
getting near the critical time and all that time infection
was running rampant in his little body. Already I
could see his joints beginning to swell.
Casey was too nervous to stand still in the trailer
with him so we left her in her stall. I took a bottle
of colostrum with me, put him in a straw filled trailer
and raced off for West Plains! It was the only thing
we could do!
We got to West Plains in record time to find the
foal had tried to get up and had gotten himself all
tangled up in legs, straw etc. He was all twisted
like a pretzel.
The vet came out and helped me carry the little
guy into the clinic where they instantly laid him
on a mat and pulled blood. Sure enough his white count
was already through the roof. He needed a transfusion
At first the vet didn't believe the foal was really
a 298 gestation. He changed his mind, however as soon
as he read the x-rays he took of the colts legs! His
joints had not yet hardened off to bone even. They
were still all cartilage. No wonder his legs bent
every which way when he tried to stand! He looked
like he was made of rubber!
At 8 months Dragonfly
was happy and active. He shared pasture with his brothers
where they romped and raced all day.
Transfusions are very hard on foals and take about
an hour to perform. All that time the little colt
I called Foxvangen's Dragonfly laid on my lap. He
was such a tiny little thing my heart went out to
He rested a while after the procedure was finished
and then again tried to get up. It was time to take
him home. Dragonfly had a port in his neck to receive
IV antibiotics for the next week and he had a feeding
tube in his nose so I could be sure he got enough
fluids. He had been shaved and a wrap put around his
neck and then a mask/sleeve put over his head so he
would not dislodge his tubes.
It was a very long, protracted treatment which
required Casey and Dragonfly to be closed in a stall
for three months! Casey was so patient and good during
that time I was very proud of her.
Eventually Dragon mended with the help of Aniflex-GL.
His legs straightened and he strengthened until by
the age of six months he was as normal as any other
foal. He sold at the age of two and lives in Missouri
where he is beloved and used as a breeding stallion.
Dragonfly was sound,
stocky and normal in growth by time he was 12 months
We bred Casey back to Magni again because by then
we knew we were going to sell Magni. The result of
that mating was another spotted colt we named Foxvangen's
Ra. Named for the Egyptian sun god, Ra.
From the get-go Ra was a winner. All of Casey's
foals have a lot of personality but Ra perhaps more
than the others. He wormed his way into the hearts
of everyone who ever met him He was a pretty colt
with a very balanced color pattern that always drew
the eye of visitors.
From day one Ra demonstrated a proper foxtrot
and running walk in the pasture. He loved all the
animals but was particularly fond of the cats and
was often seen playing with them. The Cats adored
him and sought him out in the pasture.
At four months Ra showed
stature and an innate posture. His lovely neck was
accented by a nice neck.
At four months Ra was a striking colt. He has
a lovely refined head and a nice top line. His bone
and joints are good and he has a lot of presence in
As a yearling Ra held
a lot of promise and showed his breeding. His color
is what drew most people but it is the horse wearing
the color of interest to us.
As a yearling Ra was again hip high but was showing
a lot of promise of things to come. His mane and tail
were getting so dark many people mistook him for a
At two Ra was really
hip high but showed tremendous bulking up. Many thought
he was a bay but he is simply a dark chestnut Tobiano
At Two Ra was really hip high but was also beginning
to bulk up. He was a playful, spunky colt and a prankster
into the bargain. He got along well in pasture and
was the first to come up to me when I went to the
Casey and Ra were sold to a man in West Virginia.
By then Ra had been weaned and was going on two years
of age. Casey went there in foal. The next year she
produced a curly filly that was curled much like Tonka
had been. Due to unfortunate circumstances the filly
died before she was a year old.
The owner had some difficulties and could not
keep the horses so a few months later we had opportunity
to get Casey back. She came home happy to see her
old friends and be home. Ra came with her but was
for sale. He found a wonderful new owner and is now
in California where he is being ridden and used and
very well cared for. He is also being an ambassador
for the Missouri Foxrotter breed.
Proud Casey a day after
foaling Foxvangen's Titan. Titan was playing with
a towel I threw to him to see if he would spook. All
he did was play with it.
Casey had a couple years off and then we bred
her to our jr. stallion, Foxvangen's Pharaoh. Pharaoh
stems from Clarkson stock also and was sired by Foxvangen's
Braveheart Two. This makes Casey's new son, Foxvangen's
Titan, about 3/4 Clarkson breeding.
Titan was born in 2009. Right from the first breath
he was a doing sort of horse. He amazed us with his
quick action and extreme athleticism. He gaited from
the first time he got to his feet but he also is extremely
Titan, more than any of her other foals, share's
Casey's attention span, intellect and amazing capacity
for learning. He is a bright and interesting colt.
At birth titan was nearly
cherry red and had deep waves all over his body.
When he was born, Titan was covered in waves and
had a tightly curled tail and mane. He was a pretty
colt with a bright red coloring that was shiny and
soft as down.
At two weeks of age,
Titan was already an eye catching beauty.
At just two weeks of age, Titan stood proud and
tall with a remarkable dignity and elegant beauty
that simply shouted of his quality. His coat was very
dense and silky but unlike Tonka, Titan's coat remained
just wavy rather than kinking up into actual curls.
Titan's ear curls and
frizzy forelock are the talk of anyone who visits.
The frizzy forelock is really downy soft and not the
least like horse hair normally is.
His ears were packed with tight curls however
and his mane and forelock were frizzy they were so
curly. These are supposed to be signs of a curly horse.
Titan developed quickly and is not prone to looking
gangly particularly. At eight months he was really
showing remarkable development in his hind quarters.
He promised to be an athlete which is what he was
bred for. He will make someone a really good versatility
horse or ranch horse or a solid, dependable trail
Foxvangen's Titan at
8 months shows remarkable muscle definition and solid
Casey has proven herself in every way. She is
16 years old as of 2009 and this writing and is still
in great shape and condition. She is an easy keeper
which means we have to monitor her eating or she gets
round and piggy but other than that she is in fine
Casey's foals are always born foxtrotting and
are very quick to learn. They have above average intelligence
and are sensitive and willing workers. They do not
take well to the use of force and don't like to be
bullied but will willingly give all they have to give
if asked kindly.
In September, 2009 we bred her to our jr. stallion,
Foxvangen's Solaris and look forward to her foal next
year! Casey shares pasture and a huge run in with
Solaris. They are like an old married couple. Casey
rules the roost.
She will have to be dry lotted off the fescue
grass next summer. At that time Solaris will get a
different mare as a companion. Casey will move back
into the main barn until she is finished raising her
foal. At that time she may get some time off and go
back to being a saddle horse. She has earned her keep
and she has earned our respect in every way.
Casey Ann Kay at 16 is
a pretty little mare not at all resembling the scruffy
waif she was upon her arrival at Foxvangen Farm.
She is a tough little mare with a big heart and
a lot of go. Casey Ann Kay will remain part of Foxvangen
Farm so long as there is a farm which hopefully will
be for the remainder of her life.
What we want from Casey to add to our bloodline
is her natural foxtrot, her sensibility, her amazing
athletic ability, Her spunk and toughness, her efficiency
in motion and her endurance. We also want the Clarkson
prepotence that is part of her genetic base.
What we want to improve on in Casey's offspring
is to add a bit of bone, bigger feet, a cleaner neck
and perhaps a bit less spirit.
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