Shea was at least 17 when she came to me. She was a seriously opinionated boss mare and loved being a mom. A very orderly
mom, she alternated producing chestnuts and greys for as long as I knew her. An orderly and consistant mom, Squirt(TPF My
Alibi), Lacey(TPF Diamonds n Lace) and Giselle(TPF Giselle) were all born on March 26. '91,'92, and '93, respectively. Shea
gave me her last foal when she was at least 26. She earned her pasture and missed Sonny terribly when he died. She never really
regained her spunk, but held on til she saw her children reunited and then lay down in their pasture to watch over them. She's
buried on the new farm.
Sonny's was the first birth I ever attended. He was the epitome of the Arabian temperament and versatility. Even among Arabs,
not many stallions are really kid safe, but he was. He was the soul of gentleness with children and anyone fragile and would
stand like a stone to be mauled by admirers. Actually he was a ham, he would stand to be admired anytime. I could pull him
out of the pasture and ride him anywhere, alone or in company, with a halter. He never realized that he was 25 and I wasn't
about to tell him. He could still jump a 3 foot course right up to the end and his last award was won in a local parade in
1999 for Indian costume with me on him bareback. My touch and voice were the first and the last things that he knew. He was
part of my life and travels for more than half my life, I still find myself reaching for his halter to go riding. And he
made nice babies.