Pecans

Everyone wants to talk about the Arabians.

Meanwhile, I'm over here saying, "Yes, but have you seen my old/new donkey?"

This is Pecans.

She is an original finish, made in Japan Lefton China.

She came with a handmade packing set by Marie Welch.

There was originally a halter, too, but all of this is some fifty years old. Despite gentle handling, the crownpiece disintegrated when I took it off for cleaning and conditioning. I'll replace it eventually.

Fortunately, the sawbuck saddle and harness are still in fine condition.

I am so impressed with this set. If you told me it was made by a hobby artist in 2026, I would totally believe you. It's that good.

Here's a close up look at the panniers...

and the pecans inside those panniers!

I promise there will be more information about the Shirmars soon, but for now, let's all enjoy the cuteness of Pecans.

Estate horses

While we were cleaning out my mother's house, I found a box containing every single piece of correspondence I ever sent to her or my father. It was completely overwhelming.

I threw some of it away, but the rest came home with me.

Now it's sitting in a box in my basement.

I haven't spent a lot of time with this box - frankly, I find it depressing - but recently, I skimmed a couple of the letters. One described my first visit to the Brown/Welch home in Wellington, Colorado. I had a good time at Trisha's house, I wrote. They have horse things everywhere! There's even a horse picture on the toilet seat!

not the toilet, but same bathroom

Amost immediately thereafter, that cozy, horse-filled house became my second home.

I was there for the people...

and the horses...

but I also fell in love with the cats,

the dogs,

the barns...

and that wonderful little house.

I have good memories of almost every room.

Especially this one.

Trisha's father, Norm, died in 2021, and her mother, Donna, passed away last December. 

Earlier this month, I attended Donna's celebration of life at the family farm. I was sad, but not at all surprised, to learn that the property has been sold. After the ceremony, everyone was invited inside the house to view...

and perhaps purchase some of Norm and Donna's prize possessions.

Not going to lie, part of me wanted all of it. Maybe not the pearls, but all the art, all the books, all the horses, all the memories.

But the memories of emptying my mom's house are still fresh. I don't want to do that to Ryan and James, so I decided to limit myself to one Lefton donkey...

and one Shirmar Arabian family.

That was the plan, anyway.

I'm still not exactly sure how it happened, but all the Shirmars ended up in my car.

Which means, now they're in my house.

Well, mostly. 

One has already been rehomed, and eventually, some of the others will follow suit. Still, it's a privilege having them here right now. They are a reminder of people - and a place - I loved. Thank you, Brown family, for everything.

Equestrian bingo

Hardly a week goes by without some kind of equestrian quiz crossing my Facebook feed. Most of them are pretty silly, but I always take a moment to see how I rate. Today, I am going a step further and posting the whole thing here. Sorry/not sorry.

B1: Ridden while pregnant. Early in my second pregnancy, I drove up to Wellington to spend a day with my friend, Trisha. As I was leaving, Seth asked me if I was going to ride. I shrugged and said, "Probably, but just walk-trot. I'll be careful."

What I actually did was walk-trot-canter and jump little cross country jumps. 

In my defense, I was riding Trisha's good boy, Phoenix. Neither James nor I was ever in danger.

Phoenix with Trisha and Russ, late 1980's

I1: Been thrown from a horse. I actually hate the phrase "thrown from a horse". I have slid off, fallen off, been bucked off and gone down with the ship, but I've never felt like the horse picked me up and threw me. Well, except for this one time.

Cherokee before and after

N1: Ridden in the moonlight. Night rides are magical.

Olive and I

G1: Swam with horses. When I was a freshman in high school, my friend, Laura, and I were given riding rights to a group of unleased camp horses who were boarded at a small stable in Duarte, California. Our trails criss-crossed the San Gabriel River, which occasionally was deep enough for swimming. Whenever that happened, we made the most of it!

deep but not deep enough

O1: Ridden bareback. Forever my favorite way to ride.

B2: Ridden in multiple countries. Check! Check! Check! Check! Check!

I2: Competed in multiple disciplines. Although I've ridden multiple disciplines, formal competition hasn't been a big part of my riding life. The best I can do for this one is to share a photo of Cinnamon and I at a 1983 schooling show. We rode in a number of hunter classes in the morning, then swapped out the snaffle for a Western curb and showed gymkhana in the afternoon.

N2: Cancelled plans to ride instead. Enough said.

G2: Ridden on the Beach. Four beaches, four countries.

O2: Shown a horse that wasn't yours. Until five years ago, none of the horses were mine.

Cinnamon again at that same schooling show

B3: Peed in the trailer or stall. Except for Eleanor, we've all done that.

some of us have done worse

I3: Shared your food with your horse. Some of my fondest memories of Olive are the two of us sharing watermelon after work.

G3: Had a horse take off on you while riding it. This has happened a lot in my youth. The first time was on Chalk Dust.

O3: Been sent to the hospital because of a horse. There have been three horse related hospital visits. This was the worst one.

B4: Ridden anything taller than seventeen hands. If I remember correctly, this guy was 17.1.

I4: Full-out galloped. Many times. This was the most recent.

N4: Ridden bridleless: Again, many times!

Ridden English and Western. I've never been particular.

O4: Slept in the barn. I've spent the night at a barn, but no sleeping was involved.

B5: Picked up poop with your hands. This can happen for a lot of reasons, one being when an otherwise perfect pony consistently used her feeder - which was permanently attached to the wall - as a toilet. Not naming names.

Sprite

I5: Vaulted or trick riding. Officially, I have not done either, but I did try vaulting on a barrel at Zorthian Ranch. Also, my teen years were filled with various attempts at trick riding. Standing up, sitting backwards, crazy fancy mounts and dismounts, Roman riding... We did it all, and we did it badly!

G5: Watched a horse give birth. Although I've yet to see the whole thing from beginning to end, I've spent a lot of time in foaling stalls.

O5: Ridden sidesaddle. Not only have I ridden sidesaddle, I've ridden English, Western and Spanish sidesaddle!

I am giving myself credit for every item on this list except one.

It doesn't seem possible, but I have racked my racked my brain and I can not come up with a single memory of sheath cleaning. Perhaps I have blocked it out, but for now, this one remains on the to-do - or not to-do - list!