It’s hard to believe this week is Thanksgiving.  Maybe the horses are feeling the imminent arrival of winter as well, because to a horse, they were either very affectionate or downright cranky!  Some of them (yes, I am talking about you, my little Tator-head!) managed both.

No tours this morning, so I had some time for treat-free visiting.  I think the “treat-free” is probably what set Commentator off, because he was just plain irritated this morning.  I guess he figured he walked all the way across his paddock to see me and all he got was a pat on the nose?  He was not happy about that one bit.  He pushed me away and walked off in a huff.  He was much better this afternoon, though.  He kept trying to get my ball cap off my head.  Thinks he’s funny, that one; the more people laughed the more he tried.  On a farm full of characters,  he is as big a ham as any of them.

 On the other hand, Jade Hunter didn’t care at all that I had no treats. He rubbed his face against me and laid his head on my shoulder while I patted his forehead.  He was perfectly happy with just the attention.  Gramps was the same way, although even without carrots he shared plenty of slobber with me.  Clever walked part way over, didn’t see a bucket and turned right around.   If you walk around without treats, you quickly learn which horses actually like you, and which ones just want carrots.  It can be a bit of an ego deflater!

A new gelding arrived this week.  His name is Seek Gold and he is an almost-millionaire son of one of my favorite racehorses, Touch Gold.  Touch Gold stands at Adena Springs, where they affectionately call him by several names, all referring to Touch Gold’s penchant for biting.  I say this because my first impression of Seek Gold is that he inherited some of dad’s traits!  He tried to bite me right off, although once we got past that he seemed to settle down.   Still, for the sake of my skin there will be no kisses for him, at least not anytime soon!  Seek Gold is next door at the annex farm and he’ll settle in fast enough, I’m sure.  Here is a link to his pedigree:  http://www.pedigreequery.com/seek+gold.

Speaking of the annex farm, I have to say that a couple of the horses there are really blooming. First of all, Benburb is fat.  I don’t mean kind of chubby or sort of well-fed.  Nope, he is plain rotund.  What a happy horse—I saw him stretched out in the sunshine today, with his friend Smokey Stover standing guard.  Smokey also looks amazingly good—his winter coat literally looks like velvet.  Smokey is a very clean horse–no mud to mar his pretty coat.  There must be something about those black California horses because it reminds me of another black horse from out west–our late, great Ruhlmann, who also had a streak of vanity.

Klassy Briefcase is settled in at the new place.  As you know, the other mares had been pretty mean to her and I think maybe she was kind of depressed after that experience.  But now that she has a spacious paddock all to herself, she has just blossomed.  Klassy is fairly arthritic, as many older horses are, but she galloped over to see us this afternoon.  It was great to see her feeling so good.  The other recent arrival, Du Pars, has gotten a barn name.  Because “Du Pars” doesn’t seem to work as a barn name, we are calling him Luke.  And unlike some of the other (spoiled!) horses who require carrots to come see me, Luke came right over every time I went to see him.  No treats required!   I think he is going to be one of those off-the-track horses, much like Danthebluegrassman, who settle into Old Friends life and never want to leave.  Plus, he’s pretty and I just like him!

People on tours this afternoon kept commenting on how playful the horses are.  It’s true—they act like we exist solely for their amusement.  Sunshine tugged on my sweatshirt sleeve and licked my hand.  Awad ran and kicked the fence with a loud boom, eliciting gasps from the visitors.  Pops and Ring raced back and forth, high-kicking like equine Rockettes.   Will’s Way ran along his fence line, tossing his head and snorting.   All in all, there was plenty of activity to entertain everyone.

Thanks for spending another Sunday with Old Friends; we hope you can visit us sometime soon.   Lastly, best wishes to everyone for a very Happy Thanksgiving!

-Val

Autumn is such a wonderful time to visit a horse farm, and today was just about the nicest fall day you could ask for.   Today’s tours were small at Old Friends, and small groups make for a more up close and personal experience.   Despite the small groups, however, it was an international day as we had visitors from Scotland, Ireland, and Korea, as well as New Orleans, Kentucky and Vermont.  With sunshine, warm temperatures and little wind, walking the farm was a treat all day long.

The horses were a lot of fun. They usually are, but today everyone seemed to be in a terrific mood and there was a good deal of showing off going on.  Awad was at the far end of his paddock looking bored this afternoon, and I told the group to watch him.   The situation was perfect for one of his favorite moves—running across his paddock and rearing to a stop in front of the visitors. Sure enough, all of a sudden Awad burst into a gallop and headed our way.  Everyone oohed and ahhed over him, which is exactly why he does it.   Awad is nothing if not a ham!

And speaking of hams, Bull ran over to us not once, but twice today.  I said it last week, but he looks terrific.   His coat has gone pretty much completely white and less flea-bitten (that term refers to the tiny little brown spots in a gray coat, not actual flea bites!) His mane and tail are kind of a warm gray color.  Where Black Tie Affair is silvery white, Bull is kind of a creamy white.  They are two different colors of gray, but equally handsome.  And I say that even though Bull did threaten to bite me today.

Will’s Way, Sunshine and Commentator all did their share of running today.  Being young and just recently retired, Tator likes to show off by running, bucking and kicking.  I think he took a few laps for every tour today, like Awad having quickly learned that he gets more admiration when he looks the part of a big, bad racehorse.   Even when it was time for him to come inside for the night, he did his best to avoid being caught.  But after a couple of minutes the promise of dinner won out and he was ready to be caught. 

I had a few extra minutes today to take a golf cart ride up to the back of the farm.  I haven’t seen the gang in the back 40 for a while and it was nice to visit them.  Kudos came right over to say hello.  I really like him and I could happily take him home to live in my suburban backyard.  Probably not a great idea, but I’m just saying I could!   Affirmed Success and Futural came right over but Siphonizer was too busy eating to bother.   As usual, the mares ignored us, although Cozy Miss was near enough to the fence to wander over for a carrot.  I said hello to Polish Navy and Glitterman.  Williamstown was back over his little hill, hiding.  And the three musketeers—Mighty Mecke, Wallace  Station and Bluesthestandard–had no interest in us at all. 

I missed it, but Tim said he saw Fortunate Prospect running today.  Mostly you just get a little jog or a slow canter from him, but he must have been feeling especially good today.  Even Kiri cantered over to us today, although that was probably in response to Awad’s shenanigans.  (And by the way, Kiri’s grandson Get Stormy won his fourth race in a row today.  Grandpa Kiri is so proud!)   Sunshine, Will’s Way, Clever—they all ran over for carrots today.  It was just that kind of day. 

A little girl named Anna asked me this afternoon if horses tell us how they are feeling.   Of course they do, and I tried to explain it to her.  But what I should have told her is this:  when the horses run over to see us, bucking, rearing and playing, when their coats are shiny and their ears are pricked, when they gobble carrots and let us kiss their noses, they are telling us they are happy.   I don’t think they could make it any clearer if they spoke out loud.

 We hope you can visit us soon.  In the meantime, thanks for spending this Sunday with Old Friends.

-Val

Today might have been the perfect weather for horses—70 degrees, sunny, a nice, fresh breeze.  It wasn’t too shabby for people either!  The grass is still green and the ground is dry but not hard.   It was a slow visitor day, only two tours, but there was a lot of action to see.   This morning some people adjacent the farm were flying a kite.  All the horses in that area were absolutely fascinated.  Creator just stood and watched (sensible!) but Flick, Dan, Pops and Ring thought it was a good reason to snort and run around.  At one point or another today a lot of the horses were running and bucking, including Swannie, Escaped, Will’s Way, Clever and Awad.  Commentator really put on a show this afternoon– running, bucking and rearing up repeatedly.  He is a serious show-off. 

This morning we started out with a walk behind the office to see Proper Reality, Regal Sanction, Commentator, and Bull.  Bull looks really good this fall.  His coat is almost pure white, and his mane and tail are a silver-gray.  He loves his treats as much as ever and he actually waited fairly patiently when we turned to focus on Tator.  Although patient for Bull still means banging on the fence and tossing his head, at least he didn’t try to bite anyone! 

We continued the morning tour with a walk straight back behind the barn. Along the way we met up with Clever, Ogygian, Gramps and Jade Hunter.  Clever’s gal pal Klassy has moved to the new farm and I’m not sure how he feels about it.  He seemed happy enough, munching carrots and having his face rubbed, but I notice he wasn’t hanging out at the far end of his paddock.  Since Black Tie Affair was in the small pen instead of Klassy, you can’t really blame him! 

Speaking of Klassy, she has a nice big field all to herself over at the new farm.  Eventually she’ll have a friend I would imagine, but for now I think she really loves her space.  No mean mares to pick on her, lots of grass and plenty of space to wander.  When I saw her this morning she was peacefully napping in the sunshine.

Horses continue to move into the new farm’s paddocks.  Among them is a horse just off the racetrack, by the name of Du Pars.  I would imagine he’ll find himself with a barn name but for now he is just Du Pars. He is on stall rest for an injured ankle, so I took him out for some hand grazing today.  He could not stop looking at everything.  He’d absolutely stuff his mouth full of grass and then pick up his head, prick his ears and look all around while he chewed.  Cars on the road?  He watched them for as long as he could see them.  Helicopter fly-by?  He stared right up in the air at it.  Birds?  Fascinating.   He pretty much ignored the other horses, though.   Apparently he’s seen plenty of horses; it was the other stuff that enthralled him.  Oh, and mints.  Once he figured out I had mints, he kept rubbing against me looking for more.   I was his new best friend!  Du Pars is a dark brown horse with four white feet.  He is a very handsome boy and I really liked him.

Among our visitors this afternoon were a nice couple from the Saratoga area. They were big racing fans who remembered Kiri, Awad, Will’s Way and all of our older horses who raced so successfully at Saratoga.  I always enjoy introducing people to horses they actually saw race.  Kiri especially enjoys having his fans scratch his back, and Awad manages to look especially fabulous when someone remembers him.  It’s like he knows he has a fan admiring him.

Will’s run-in shed was being repaired today and while he did come over for treats, most of his afternoon was spent supervising the repairs.  He just stood near the activity, keeping an eye out to make sure everything was done to his satisfaction.   The other new horse we got this week is in a paddock across from Sunshine.  His name is W. C. Jones. He is a big bay gelding and he followed along with the tour group like an old professional treat hound!

I can’t blog today without mentioning Zenyatta.  Congratulations to her and her connections on her Breeder’s Cup Classic win yesterday.  She is just awesome.

Also, today is my parents’ wedding anniversary; Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

Fall is such a great time to visit the farm, and we hope you can visit us soon.  In the meantime, thanks for spending this Sunday with Old Friends!

-Val

Today, on a lovely bright fall day, Old Friends began moving horses onto our new annex adjacent to the existing farm.   The new place is lovely, peaceful and green with a great view across the hill to the main farm.  Most of the horses who will reside at the new place have been boarded off the main farm, although some horses currently at the main farm will move as well. The shuffling of spots will allow horses who need stall space to get it.  For our more timid souls, like Early Pioneer, AP Slew and Klassy Briefcase, having more possible paddock configurations gives them their own space away from the mean boys and girls who pick on them.   

Tour of the Cat was among the first to move today.  Marshall Rooster, Sgt Bert, Sea Native, and Shadow Caster moved this afternoon as well.   Moving over the next few days will be Smokey Stover, his pasture buddy Benburb, the team of Judge’s Case and Mark of Success, and Klassy Briefcase.  Eventually, we’ll have, I think, 20 horses at the new farm which is across from Kiri’s, Will’s and Leave Seattle’s paddocks.  It will add another dimension to tours since we have any number of potential loops to make, all with different horses to see.   If you have a specific horse you want to see when you come to the Old Friends, you’re going to have to tell your tour guide before you start, because there is no way to see every horse on the farm in an hour!  Although we have many wonderful racehorses like Commentator, Black Tie Affair, Awad, Will’s Way, Bonapaw, Kudos, and Sunshine Forever, we have even more horses you probably never heard of.  If you have never been to Old Friends, you’ll be amazed.

Hmmm.  I suppose we need a name for the new place.  In any case, I stopped over there to see Tour of the Cat this afternoon. He was standing in his new stall, gazing out the door.  After he inhaled a couple of mints, I ran a brush over him.  He has such a soft winter coat.  Some of the horses get coarser hair in the winter but Tour’s coat is very soft.  I am not sure he initially liked being brushed, as he halfheartedly tried to bite me.  But we had a nice discussion about appropriate behavior, and he amended his attitude.  After that, I think he really enjoyed the attention. 

The horses are all adorned with their winter fuzz, but in the bright sunshine today you could still see dapples on Pops and Commentator.  Probably more of the horses are soft and shiny but it’s hard to tell under all the mud!  We have had so much rain nearly every horse is covered from head to tail.  Some folks this afternoon remarked there were only two relatively mud-free horses on the farm.  The first would be Creator, who is far too vain to get dirty like a common Thoroughbred.  He was almost perfectly clean.  The second nearly clean horse was Commentator.  He has an image to uphold for his fans, I guess.  Speaking of Tator, call his name and he throws his head up and comes right over.  He loves his adulation!  Actually, now that I think about it, Smokey was also very clean.  He is in a stall during the day and he sure loves having people come to his door with treats.  He is already putting on some weight and he looks gorgeous.

And in a new development this week, the dirtiest horse was not Swannie!  The dirtiest, muddiest, filthiest horse was Black Tie Affair.  Since his acupuncture treatments have helped his arthritis so much, he just loves to roll in the mud.  It was cold this morning when he went outside and he was wearing a blanket.  So in addition to having mud in his mane, his tail, all over his neck, face and legs, his lovely blue blanket was covered as well.  I briefly thought about cleaning him up but it was just too much to contemplate.

It was a busy day at Old Friends, that’s for sure.  The busiest tour season is winding down, but in truth, fall and early winter are great times to visit the farm.  Tour groups are smaller and you can spend time really getting to know the horses.  We hope you can visit us soon. In the meantime, thanks for spending this Sunday with Old Friends!

-Val

Autumn has definitely arrived in central Kentucky. Today was the kind of crisp, bright day that defines the fall season, making you think of apple pie and pumpkins.  Or, if you are a horse, carrots and peppermints.   Of course for a horse, every season reminds you of carrots and peppermints…

We had a busy day of tours, with folks from all over—Ohio, Michigan, Texas, Toronto and Kentucky.  Only one child visited today, a little girl of 2½, who wanted nothing more than to ride one of the horses. She begged and pleaded; she really, really wanted to ride Kiri. Or Awad.  Commentator, Gramps and Clever would have been fine to ride, too. But she made do with carrots, mints and kisses for Clever.  Her poor parents.  When they want to ride that badly, that young?   Mom and Dad might as well start saving for lessons now.

All the horses are doing great.  This morning we walked up toward the back of the farm, where Black Tie Affair was out in the small ring. Ogygian might have an “issue” with Blackie. I have never known Ogie to care one way or another if another horse is getting attention, but today he fussed and fussed while we were visiting Blackie. He didn’t stop nickering and fidgeting until he had our full attention.  It was unusual for him.  Maybe Blackie is the first horse Ogie has felt is worthy of jealousy. What?  You think they don’t brag amongst themselves?  I can just hear it.  “Well, I was really fast and won seven of my 10 starts. “  “So what?  I was Horse of the Year. Top that, old man!”

Jade Hunter and Fortunate Prospect came right over for treats today too. They are both too dignified to get very worked up over attention. Gramps meandered over, looking fuzzy and ready for winter.  After a few carrots, his slobber turns a fabulous, unnatural shade of acid green—grass mixed with carrot.  It’s better than permanent ink.  No getting that out of your clothes.

Jade Hunter still has the clumsiest lips of any horse I have ever met.  He must have dropped three out of every four carrots he was given today. Most horses can pick out a single blade of grass if it looks especially tasty.  Jade, on the other hand? I doubt he could bite a person if he tried; he’d probably miss!  But he is a nice horse who loves to be patted and appreciated.   Who needs limber lips?

We went about half way up the hill and stopped by the big paddock with Mighty Mecke, Wallace Station and Bluesthestandard.   Wally came over first, followed by Mecke.  Blue meandered over last, but he is the biggest carrot hound in that bunch. He pushes right in front of the others; I had to hold his halter so the other two could get their share.  It’s funny how true colors come out when treats are involved! Wally and Mecke just looked at him like he was a pain-in-the-neck little brother and they were his long-suffering older siblings. 

Across from the three musketeers is The Name’s Jimmy.  Jimmy loves his treats too, and he found one lady today who just thought he was the most beautiful horse, ever.  She would have fed him all day. Jimmy just preened and looked smug.

Our other new horse, Smokey Stover, is looking great.  He has put on a few pounds and is getting his fuzzy winter coat.  He is a very black, with little of the brown you see along the nose or flanks of a lot of the “dark bay or brown” horses.  He is also extremely kind, and he seems to enjoy going outside at night with his new buddy Benburb.  Speaking of Canadian horse Benburb, we had an animal chiropractor veterinarian visit today from Toronto.  I am especially thankful because he did a spinal adjustment on Jake the dog.  Jake really seems to appreciate it, too.  So thanks, Dr. Rosenberg!

I heard through the grapevine today that the photo of Kent Desormeaux riding Silver Charm (see the Jockey Day post from last week for a link) is on display in the jockey’s room at Keeneland.  Charmie, who has long believed he is the most famous retired racehorse, finally has his racing photo hanging at Keeneland.  He is one content (little) horse!

That’s about all the news from here. We hope you can visit us soon; autumn is such a great time for a walk on the farm.  In the meantime, thanks for spending this Sunday with Old Friends.

* thanks to recent visitor Carolyn Nicastro for her photos!

-Val

Invigorate 1992-2009 

Invigorate passed away this week.  Apparently he decided it was time and lay down, surrounded by his buddies, on a fine fall day in Kentucky.  He was only 17. Viggie was Michael’s racehorse and there was a special bond between the two of them.   I suspect that Diane is even more devastated by Viggie’s loss.

Invigorate was another example of the everyday side of racing. He wasn’t a particularly stunning horse, just a chestnut gelding with 69 starts and a little under $100,000 in earnings.  He wasn’t fancily bred, although fairly close up in his pedigree you could find Grey Dawn, Damascus and the great mare Mahmoud.  But he ran in the money 41 times in his 69 starts—an example of consistency, soundness, and grit. 

Viggie loved attention, carrots, and his pasture mates, not necessarily in that order.  When I first started visiting Old Friends, and later when I became a regular, Viggie lived in a large paddock at what was then the back part of the farm.  His buddies were Kudos, Remmington, Riva Way, Bingo and Easy Ellis.  I can’t tell you how many times that gang of geldings refused to come over for visitors, studiously ignoring us as if to say, “Please.  We are grazing here, no time for greeting guests.”  I often saw them all lay down for naps, as if they were preschoolers on rest time.  And yet, I also can’t tell you how many times I heard the echoing thunder of hooves well before I saw them gallop up the field to the fence, looking for treats. Viggie was a carrot hound, no doubt, and he thought nothing of threatening, biting, kicking or jostling his buddies for prime treat position.  

A couple of months ago I was at the farm on a day when the blacksmith was there to trim feet.  Now living in a different paddock, back in the “new” part of the farm, Viggie and his cohorts decided that having their feet trimmed was not on the agenda that day. The geldings ran, bucked, kicked, and otherwise made everyone’s life difficult.  I’m not sure if Invigorate ever had his feet done that day.  But throughout it all, there was no doubt he was having a very large time.    

We have lots of retired horses at Old Friends.  They are all different and they all have unique personalities.  But I can tell you that no horse, not one, ever enjoyed his retirement more than Invigorate.  He had everything he wanted—grain to munch, grass to graze, buddies for romping.  Lucky him. 

-Val

Jockey Palooza Day!  And Secretariat himself could not have ordered up better weather.  It was sunny and warm, topped with trees turning color, happy horses and fun people.   Bobby Ussery,  Jean Cruguet, Patty Cooksey and Chris McCarron represented the retired jockey colony.  Kent Desormeaux was everywhere, talking, laughing and posing for photos.  Chris brought his current crop of Jockey School students.   It was a fabulous afternoon.

Earlier in the afternoon Old Friends was a beehive of activity.   Stalls were given a final cleaning, the big field by the pond was mowed for parking.  The tents were up and tables were being arranged.  I took a tour of about 30 FFA kids from North Dakota.  They were fun kids, high-school aged, and most of them pretty farm- and animal-oriented.  It took awhile to convince them to grab the carrots and start feeding, but by the time we got to Jade Hunter and Gramps, they were having a great time.  They really enjoyed Commentator as well, since he does not miss a tour.  I didn’t have my usual mints, but we discovered he was just as happy with a spearmint TicTac!  One of the girls made sure she had a photo taken with him—she said she’ll never pat another multi-millionaire horse.  They happily passed the hat for a donation, and ended up with shares in Pops and Charmie.  They were great kids and I enjoyed spending time with them.  We also had a large group of 4-H kids visit today.  There was a lot of activity for even a normal weekday, let alone a special event day.

By mid-afternoon, Furlong’s Catering had set up the mobile Cajun barbeque pit and the smells were incredible.  Tommy from Furlong’s did the very best barbeque—pulled pork, ribs, chicken and dirty rice—that I have ever had.  I heard a lot of folks say it beat anything they have ever had in Memphis, Texas or anywhere.  It was that good.  I think several of us were trying to decide how to sign him up for a permanent stay at Old Friends!

By 3:30, people started arriving.  It was great how all the jockeys just fit right in.  They mingled amongst the crowd and talked with everyone.  One of the things that most impresses me about the jockey colony in Kentucky (and it might be this way everywhere but my experience is in Kentucky) is how friendly and accessible these world-class athletes are.   Kent Desormeaux wants photos of the five or six Old Friends horses he rode, to frame for his house.  I overheard Chris McCarron talking to a recent business school graduate about opportunities in the horse business.  Bobby Ussery dropped a donation in the bucket every time he picked up a beverage at the bar.  All of them participated in the live auction part of the evening, including an auction of “Seattle Slew’s Last Carrot” autographed by Jean Cruguet.  Really– it was a nice, big, autographed carrot!

The horses were funny throughout all this. Black Tie Affair, The Wicked North and Wallenda were in the big barn during the festivities.  Blackie got all wound up when he heard the PA system for the first time.  I think he figured it was race time.  Norty HATED that people were in the barn and not feeding him treats.  If anyone walked past him without paying homage, he banged on his stall door until they did.  Wallenda mostly turned his butt to the door and watched through his window as everyone wandered around outside.   Dan, whose paddock is adjacent to the main yard of the farm, stood at his fence fascinated with the activity.  He and Creator might have had the most fun, just taking it all in.  Clever wandered to the far side of his paddock and stayed there.  No foolishness for him.  Oh, and Escaped stood by his fence greeting all the people who walked up the driveway from the parking area. 

But the high point of the day for me, and you really had to be there to fully appreciate this, is when Kent decided to “ride” Silver Charm.  Now, Charmie is tiny, as you know.   Kent’s feet hit the ground.  And Charmie hasn’t been ridden maybe ever, or at least not in the recorded history of man.   All I can say is that Kent laughed so hard, after the little guy nearly dumped him!  Can you imagine?  The guy rides 1200 pound Thoroughbreds at 45 miles per hour.  And 250 pound Silver Charm almost did him in.   And yes, there are photos here:  http://www.equisportphotos.com/Clients.  Scroll down to the Old Friends folder.  Matt Wooley is a terrific photographer who takes the photos that end up as our poster series. 

I hope we can do this again sometime because it was great fun.  People hung around until evening–at 7:30 when I left, Kent was still walking around talking with folks.  If you were there, thanks for joining us and helping support our horses.  If you weren’t able to be there, thanks for spending this Tuesday evening with Old Friends.  We hope you can visit us soon!

-Val

After a long week of rain and cold weather, today was a beautiful, if still somewhat cool day in Kentucky.   I took the day off from tour guiding duties to spend the day ay Keeneland.  The highlight?  A maternal grandson of Kiri’s Clown named Get Stormy won the Grade IIIT Bryan Station Stakes.  There was lots of cheering going on, both during and after that one. 

I did get to meet Smokey Stover earlier this week, and he is just beautiful.  He is very tall, in fact he may officially be the tallest Old Friends resident.  I think he is registered as dark bay or brown, but for all intents and purposes he is black, with white legs and a white face.  Very handsome.  On Friday evening I stopped by the farm and he was out in a paddock with Benburb. The two of them, white Ben and black Smokey, were running and showing off like a couple of, well, racehorses! 

Friday was a very brisk evening and everyone seemed to feel great–Dan and Flick, Creator, Awad, even Wallenda had to show off.  Of course, I cringe every time I see Wallenda buck or kick , since he has that weak back ankle.  But he manages himself nicely–he arches his neck, plants his feet and half rears, but never twists on that bad foot.  I have to say, he looked pretty gorgeous.  I might be biased, though.

I am keeping the entry short today, since I plan to post again on Tuesday or Wednesday–after Jockey Palooza on Tuesday evening.  If you didn’t know, Old Friends is hosting a gathering of jockeys this week for autographs, photos and general fun.  If you are nearby, please join us.  Details are on the website’s main page.

In the meantime, thanks for spending this short Sunday with Old Friends.  I’ll be back later this week, and back on tour duty next Sunday.  We hope you will visit us soon!

-Val

There was no better way to spend a weekend, if you are a racing fan, than this one.  There was the Keeneland Fall Meet, a visit to Three Chimneys, another Zenyatta win , and it all ended with a great day at Old Friends.  What more could anyone ask?

After a cool and rainy start on Friday, the weekend weather slowly improved, culminating in a glorious fall Sunday with bright sunshine and blue skies.  We had family in from Pittsburgh, and yesterday we took them on a much-anticipated tour of Three Chimneys farm, where we saw Smarty Jones, Big Brown and Dynaformer.  Three Chimneys does a great tour, and our guide clearly loved his “boys.”  My sister-in-law, who teaches high school biology, was working out a genetics lesson plan using Thoroughbred horse breeding as a teaching tool.  I thought that was pretty cool. Why didn’t my high school science teacher talk horses?  I’d likely have been a much better science student!

After Three Chimneys we went to Keeneland, where my five year old niece promptly picked, and won, an exacta.  We do start our racing fans young around here.  I think the best part of having non-horsey friends and family visit is watching them learn how much fun racing can be–niece Karly jumped up and down cheering her horse in each race.  Her mom and dad had fun, too.

Back at Old Friends today, we had a very busy day.  I missed the 10 am tour, but there must have been well over a hundred people visiting today.   The horses are a riot when there are that many people—they are so good at showing off!  Awad, Pops and Ring had a thunderous race down the fenceline.  Dan and Flick did their “fighting horses” act.  Clever ran and ran and ran some more, showing off all afternoon.  With the rain this past week, Pops and Ring have their beloved mud puddle back. Once again, Ring did his best to splash us.  Even Escape got into the act, galloping around his paddock with his tail in the air.

Commentator, it turns out, is a character.  Apparently he answers to “Tator,” which seems perhaps not the most dignified of nicknames, but what can you do?  He proves once again, however, how darned smart good racehorses are. He has already figured out which of my pockets carries the mints.  He won’t even take a carrot from me.  He just drops the carrots on the ground and waits for the mints.  He is really friendly, too, and I’m afraid I have another favorite.  Well, along with Wallenda, Black Tie Affair, Kiri, Norty, Clever, Kudos, Jade Hunter, Sunshine, Dan, Awad, Proper, Gramps….and on it goes.  You see my dilemma, right?

The Wicked North is back in the barn during the daytime, as he alternates a paddock with Commentator. Norty is right next to Wallenda, and this is a problem.  Both horses set up a racket when tours come into the barn.   And if the other gets attention first, oh boy, it can get loud!  Benburb also gets in on the noise making.  At the other end of the barn, Black Tie Affair just rolls his eyes and waits his turn. And speaking of smart horses, Blackie’s new thing?  He is working the sympathy vote.  He puts his head on my shoulder and sighs, like he is so unappreciated.  And while he has health issues, he is far from pathetic!  But it sure works.  People give the “awww” and offer him the choicest, fattest carrots.  Makes me roll my eyes!

I wanted to wait around today for our latest horse to arrive, but I couldn’t.  This evening, Smokey Stover arrived from California.  Smokey is a six year old gelding who won over $500,000 in his career.  Since tomorrow is a work holiday, I’ll get a chance to meet him. I know he is a gorgeous, 17-hand, nearly black horse with white trim.  Smokey’s owner passed away last year and Smokey was looking for a post-racing home.  Like some of our other horses, his arrival in part is due to efforts made by the Friends of Barbaro.  And like all of our other horses, he’ll have a great time greeting his fans and basking in buckets of attention.

I want to end with kudos to Zenyatta:  I just love to watch her race. If you haven’t seen her, look for her in the Breeder’s Cup next month, or take a cruise around the internet and watch some of her races.  She is spectacular.

That wraps up another weekend in central Kentucky, and another Sunday with Old Friends.  Thanks for stopping by; we hope you can visit us soon!

-Val

Appygolucky  1997-2009 

In the midst of the celebration of our new residents yesterday, joy was tempered by the knowledge that one of our own was suffering.  This morning, Appygolucky was euthanized.  A rapidly-worsening spinal condition was making it hard for him to stand, let alone move freely, and he had been stall-bound as a result.  

Appy wasn’t famous, exactly, unless you were among those who had followed his career primarily at Beulah Park in Ohio.   His best quality just might have been his tenaciousness, a trait that allowed him to earn $125,000 over 10 years and 100 races.  That is a hard lifetime of work for any horse, but especially for one who was just a little guy with a kind heart.   

Two of Old Friends’ great fans, Bea and Viv, helped to retire Appy this past spring.  They made a trip down to say good bye this weekend, and I know it was difficult for them.  They loved Appy deeply and my heart goes out to them today. 

I don’t know one single thing about Appy’s life prior to Old Friends—was he loved, cared for, and appreciated? Or was he just a racing commodity?   It doesn’t change the end result, I suppose,  because someone ensured he spent the last part of his life comfortably.  As I took tours through the big barn, Appy never once failed to come over to his stall door– he did enjoy his carrots and mints.  More than that, he loved to be patted, brushed and fussed over.  I don’t think he was in pain; his body just wasn’t his to control anymore.  Even so, he was always patient and gentle with people.

You could say Appy’s story is the other side of racing, that of the everyday horses who pay their way on the track but never become famous.  While he was a far cry from the kind of racehorse who wins big, well-known races, in the end maybe he was among the lucky ones.  He lived his final days among people who cared.  And he’ll be remembered for far more than his 100 races.  I’ll remember the little bay horse who tried to the very end, with kindness, heart and tenacity.

-Val