Congratulation to Bryant McGee on his purchase of Handsome Jake. We are all thrilled knowing that its not only a perfect match, but that we will continue to see Jake move up the ranks in Eventing and follow his future success. Thank you Bryant for your love of Thoroughbreds and we look forward to seeing you both at the horse trials!
Nature’s first dapple is grey.
Her hardest color to stay.
Her early coat’s a bay, but only so a day.
Then dapple subsides to white, in the morning light.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing grey can stay.
Yes, Handsome Jake is “drool worthy”, as someone recently said. This 4 year old has the making of a super star in the show world. He’s built for jumping and has the brains to go full-out Dressage. It is a chance for Professionals to get their hands on their next upper level mount, or quiet enough for an experienced Amateur to make everyone jealous at the shows! More info on the HORSES FOR SALE page. $12K
Photography by Leslie Threlkeld Creative, @lesliethrelkeldcreative on Facebook. Contact her to schedule a shoot at www.lesliethrelkeld.com
Congratulations to Judy McDonald on her purchase of Coach E! Judy will continue to develop Coach and bring her along as a show horse, with also the hopes of enjoying her chasing the hounds in the next few years.
Congratulation to Sandra McDonald on the purchase of our beautiful Betsy. We are so pleased that she will be Eventing with you and that its a start of a long and successful partnership together.
GO Betsy! GO Thoroughbred!
If you have a Thoroughbred, flip the lip and be sure to have a few apples and carrots ready to wish them a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! January 1st is recognized as a Thoroughbred’s birthday regardless of their foaling date. By age 2, they’re eligible to begin their racing careers.
The Thoroughbred breed originated back to 3 founding sires in 17th century England. Here in North America, The Jockey Club was developed in 1894, where all Thoroughbred racing stock is recorded.
Male (unaltered) horses are considered as ‘colts’ until the age of 5. If they breed to mares, then they’re called a ‘stallion’. If they’re gelded, they’re called geldings. Females by age 5 are called ‘fillies’, after that age they’re called ‘mares’.
The tattooed lip of a Thoroughbred is a wealth of history and information. Thoroughbreds who have completed race training and are prepared to run, or has raced, will have 6 tattooed images. They document the year the horse was born, identifies the horse (name) and the owner on The Jockey Club recorded papers.
The first image begins with a letter and that letter signifies the year the horse was born. For example, ‘A’ is the year of 1997 and ‘B’ is 1998, and so on. Once you go through the entire alphabet, you go back to ‘A’.
If you have a Thoroughbred, but not their papers, take a deep breath and relax. Look at their lip (if the tattoo hasn’t faded) and contact The Jockey Club. They will be able to assist you in finding answers. So, celebrate this special horse and meaningful day with love and appreciation.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOROUGHBREDS! GO THOROUGHBRED!
It is usually articles in well circulated publications titled “Buyer’s Beware” that frighten the you-know-what out of the readers when it comes to the shady underworld of horse sellers. As a seller of Thoroughbreds for the competition world, I’ve gone through great lengths of marketing all my horses with clear and honest representation. I’ve been told numerous times that honesty is a rare trait in the horse world, and I can agree. But it goes both ways as a buyer and as a seller.
I vet buyers before they come to the farm to try the horses. I ask questions relevant to what their requirements are and then I tell them what mine are in order to buy a horse from me. Some may consider it intrusive of me. . . I think its smart.
For some strange reason there seems to be an influx of potential buyers who shall I say, are a smidge dishonest and come from La-La Land. The meetings are always a learning experience, very memorable and downright frustrating.
I hope to provide fellow sellers a peek into my experiences and how even the sweetest looking buyer in breeches is potentially someone in sheep’s clothing. Here is a list of interesting and true tidbits that will leave you nodding, shaking your head, laughing, and slack-jawed.
My final experience is a doosey! After wasting my time for over 7 hours, and the person was still not making a decision to purchasing a horse, I was asked, “Is this horse fast?”
Exhausted, we walked out to the back pasture, I opened the gate and took the bridle off. I smiled at the person and slapped the horse on the rump and watched him gallop full speed down the hill and out of sight. “Was that fast enough for you?” I asked.
So to the buyers out there, I want you to know that I’m a straight shooter and I want to sell you one of my horses only if you’re honest with me and don’t play games. You’ll be lucky to have one of my Thoroughbreds to call your own.
Don’t be that person in sheep’s clothing.
GO Thoroughbred – GO Little Kentucky Farm!
Consider this when horse shopping. . . .
BUY AMERICAN! BUY A THOROUGHBRED FROM LITTLE KENTUCKY FARM!
When my young prospects leave the track behind them and begin a new life as a show horse, there are many things I take into account for each individual horse. Their physical make-up and their level of intelligence tells me where to begin their training transformation and how much I can challenge them. If it’s too much, we slow things down a bit and back off and then gradually build up to more interesting and difficult tasks.
The photo above was taken the Fall of 2014 of Eor The Terrific (Louis) when he was a few days away from the track. He was 3 years old, 17.3 hands and one of the biggest Thoroughbreds I’ve had the pleasure to own with size 3 feet. I had and still have A LOT OF HORSE to work with. Due to his size and body development, I work a lot on stamina, flexibility and learning how to lengthen and shorten his gaits with half-halts. It takes work and repetition, and we are starting to see the pay offs.
Now at 5 years of age, he’s really been one of the nicest horses I’ve ever had the honor to ride. He’s getting better and better, sometimes by inches and sometimes by miles.
When I talk to people about my prospects to purchase, I always remind them that the payoff isn’t overnight. It take works. It take time. It takes money. It takes dedication. It takes love. It’s totally worth it. . . I swear.
GO Lou! GO Thoroughbred!
Little Kentucky Farm would like to congratulate Karen Kerby of Pleasant Hills Farm on the purchase of Zuzu’s Petals. This will be Karen’s 2nd horse purchased from us!
Thank you and congratulations to the Lombardi family of New Jersey on their purchase of this lovely 3 year old prospect, Wing Tip Shoes (Hunter).
GO Hunter! – GO Thoroughbred!
It has been tough watching my partner grow old. I’ve discovered as Heathcliff has changed through the years, that I’ve been changing right along with him. We’ve gotten old together. I made him a single promise when we first met, that I would do everything in my power to make him happy. I hope I did that, right up to the end. I feel a bit lost without him, but I suppose that too shall pass.
I was returning back to the shed row when I first noticed him. He was a deep chestnut galloping alone in a pasture against the background of white fencing at the training track. I kept my eye on him as I rode up the pathway and it was a good thing that I did because from the back of the pasture, the chestnut colt took off at full speed down the side of the fence line straight for us.
The next thing I heard was a high pitch shrill when he spotteds us and he had no plans of slowing down as he was getting closer to the end of the field. I can remember feeling my stomach tighten and realizing that this crazy thing was going to crash into the fence and kill itself.
I jumped off my horse and yelled for help, hoping that someone could stop what was bound to happen any second. The grooms and a handful of stout Irish boys came to the barn’s doorway to see what trouble the silly blonde girl got herself into.
I was scared to look in the direction of the colt, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He screamed again as he came to the fence, rocked back onto his hind quarters and lifted off the ground giving it everything he had, while clearing the 5′ fence.
We were all silent. Everyone. Totally silent. We stood there looking at each other, looking at the fence and back at each other. He cleared it. He more than cleared it – he sailed over it. It was beautiful. It was poetry. It was the type of jump folks would talk about over a pint at the pub.
Then someone broke the silence with a, “Bloody f- – -ing hell! Did you see that?”
We located the colt grazing peacefully outside the broodmare’s paddock, the ladies standing nearby trying to get the colt’s attention. He never bothered to make their acquaintance, but simply wanted to graze near them and not be alone. He hated to be alone.
That was how it all began. I promised to make him happy and I promised he’d never be alone.