There is a new mare who lives at the farm and we call her Paris France. This is not to be confused with the horse named Just Paris or the city near us called Paris, Kentucky. She's a bit too exotic to be just down the road and a bit to tall to be compared to the other mare named Paris so she has received the moniker Paris France.
She is a daughter of a deceased stallion named Luke At Me. He was a black horse and his offspring have a tell-tale dark coat color. She is either black or extremely dark brown and towers above me and the other horse handlers at the barn. She is a gentle giant who although likes to play and toss around in her stall, is quiet and mannerly when we work with her.
She arrived a few weeks ago to be bred to Chevy. She came straight from a life where she was recently attending horse shows and traveling the country. She seems to have settled well into country life and likes the surplus of food coupled with the lack of anything strenuous to do. She lounges around and from her stall can see visitors entering and leaving the main barn entrance. She is quick to nicker a greeting or ask for an extra morsel of food.
Last week, she began her journey to motherhood and was introduced to the sperm of Chevy. It was an uneventful affair which ended with a human kissing her on the nose and an extra flake of hay for dinner. We will find out in another 12 days or so if it worked!
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