Last month I went to a very infamous horse auction. This is a sad place, where badly injured, used up or overproduced excess stock wind up going to the knackers in spite of laws to the contrary in California. I spotted an older mare in terrible condition, but showing the memory of outstanding conformation and incredible manners. So, like an idiot I outbid the agents for dogfood and japanese restaurants and brought her home. I started putting real food into her, updated shots and worming, trimmed mangled hooves and slowly groomed a stunning blood bay coat back into the sunlight. We had two suprises. First, she had a microchip inplant and secondly was IN FOAL
So we ran a check and found she had been stolen off a breeding farm by a ex employee and began hurried preparations for the delivery. Last night she foaled out a jet black little stallion in the huge pasture shared with my two quarterhorse mares. They ran off a few opportunistic coyotes. The rightfull owners are enroute. It turns out I have a retired steeplechase mount from England
Baby is up and allready exploring the california poppies and butterflies from under mom's belly. I named him bushcrafter . The owners like the name 


