His name is Oliver.
He’s two days old today.
He belongs to my friend Jen Carolan who breeds sport horses.
He’s a very friendly little fellow:
I’m afraid you’re going to be seeing a lot of him around here, I could watch this little guy all day:
Ann – I sent a comment. Don’t know if you received. It said submission error.
Oh Ann…
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Just called my pony obsessed daughter (7) over to peek…wish I had videotaped the response. “Mommy, I want to live on a farm! Mommy, I’d do anything to have a horse! Mommy, is that where I am going to take the riding lessons? Mommy, I NEEEED a horse!”
So feel free to share more of Oliver’s exploits. (If you need a rationale, you can do it for my daughter.
So, so cute. I just love babies of any kind!
Ah, what a sweetheart! So looking forward to watching him grow up, hoping for lots of pictures.
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Oh, my gosh!!!!! What a cute name – Oliver!
I hope to see MANY more pictures. How fabulous to raise sport horses – I am very envious – but well aware of the work involved!
It must be a real passion of hers!
Oh my goodness. I’m not really a horse person (though yours are special), but that little guy is quite something. What a precious sweetie.
Two days old! And already so strong! It never ceases to amaze me how some creatures hit the ground running right out of the womb. Thanks for the beautiful photos of Oliver. I’m sure we all will be thrilled to follow his growth process.
Is there anything more breathtaking than a horse–especially one in motion??
Two days old… so cute.
Looked up the kinds of horse breeds and there are super-many. Looked up what they eat, and there is another lots-of-information, with the weight, the activity level, the time of year, and the fact that they have small stomachs and need food 3x/day, or that they cannot drink water when they are sweaty from exercising…
a whole world in itself.
(wonder how they survived in the wild).
Have fun with the ‘munskins’.
Oliver……..what fabulous photos – I especially like 2, 3 and 4. Ya just want to eat him up. 2 days old – wow. Many years ago I actually watched 2 horses mating (it was a big planned event) and the staff had to help too. Nearly a year later I saw the foal’s birth. Life is truly amazing. Are they usually terribly friendly like this Ann? Do they come right up to you wanting to be pet?
I’m with Caroline….babies of any kind are just darling and cutie Oliver is no exception !!
Oh, what a treat to see Oliver!! Thanks so much for the pictures and here’s to many more.
Oliver is just too cute!!!!!
So cute I am speechless!!!! LOVE Oliver!!!!
BTW, Tracy was not lying, Watson Adventures Scavenger Hunts are the most fun!!!!!! Just got home from the Hollywood Haunt one here in Los Angeles! We came in 2nd place out of 7 teams!
Ann, Looks like Oliver cured your ills. I am in heaven today knowing that there will be more pony pictures to come. What a magnificant animal and so much to adore. Do we ever outgrow our desire for a pony?
Kim, I haven’t been around many foals this young, but Jen thinks Oliver is quite friendly for a foal. And Mary, it’s funny, but I forgot that I was even feeling sick the day before. Friday, I literally took to my bed and, feeling slightly achy and unwell, decided that I was dying. It was swine flu or Lyme disease and perhaps both. I don’t really get sick very often and so I expect the worse. A few members of my family have had colds recently, so I must have caught a little sniffle from them, but now am all better.
So cute!! I had to shove my daughter off my computer to see him, and after we both ooh-ed and aah-ed at Oliver, she went back to viewing “equestrian estates” for sale and sighing dramatically. Anyone have $2.5 million available for a little place in North Carolina with two barns, several outbuildings and a special place for Oliver??
What a precious baby!!!! He is so cute and so looks like he’s pretty playful…
I, too, am looking forward to watching him grow…
Dear Ann:
Great to hear you are feeling better!. And yes, a seven year old would want to make the household into a barn, if at all possible… they love the young animals…
I woke up this morning to find my desktop EMPTY, but the data is still on the hard disk.. and so I am organizing this little mess. Wonder what did I do to cause this!. The wrong stroke… or could have been Franchesca (the female gato) as she sometimes writes “essays” on the keypad.
Amazing stuff, isn’t it?
I still do not know what I need to do to ‘attend’ that event on line where el senor Peter Tolan and the other senor Denis Leary are going to be interacting with their fans.
Shall find out…
“More please” I loves the little guy, been away for awhile and ever so glad to come back to such a cute beging to my catch up on what has been going on in “Ann’s Animal Kingdom”
I must say I’m very amused by all these cats who like to use the computer. We have no cats and the one we used to have lived in the barn. I can imagine the internet sites he would have frequented, had he had access to computers – kitty porn, dog hate sites, perhaps this blog, to admire the gorgeous photographs of himself.
Lupe, I’ll find out about that web event for you.
Hello Ann- this is Bruce,a.k.a.Rocker dude,formerly of Washington,Ct,and a longtime visitor of Steeprock.I enjoyed reading about your experiences last October there.Having spent maybe thousands of hours there hiking,running,exploring through the years,I always felt it was a special and sometimes magical place-and I had many unusual experiences there.A friend and I will be up there tomorrow [Monday]hiking around-If you are around perhaps I could share some of these-Bruce
Hi Bruce, your comment is posted, so if I never return from Steep Rock tomorrow, you’ll have my blog readers after your neck. Lupe is a force to be reckoned with, so be forewarned. Must hear these Steep Rock stories. I suspect they involve ghosts and though I have blogged here, in the past that we have a ghost that everybody can see/feel but me, I have noticed, in the past few months, that around 4:00 in the afternoon, every day, the house smells like toast. Like somebody is toasting bread in the toaster. But I;m the only one home. If it’s a ghost doing this, I wonder, why toast? Why 4:00?
Ooohhh . . . Ann may have just arrived — do you have a (quasi/faux) stalker?? Way to go!
Caroline, Bruce is the guy I met outside the rock club who told me he read my blog (and then I wouldn’t stop pestering him). Not a stalker.
my husband has a friend who has horses, so he took our kids to visit them today. i thought you would maybe enjoy the photos he took. (on page 2)
http://web.me.com/kdelcampe/Home/5.09.html
Ann, You go to rock clubs? Impressive. Oliver is gorgeous. Look forward to seeing him in future. How quickly will he grow?
Kathleen, I wish. Haven’t been to a club to see a band in years. The club where I met Bruce is on the same block as our apartment in New York and I met him on the sidewalk. I blogged about it earlier in the month. We’re now the old people walking past the mob of kids hanging outside the club. The kids who used to be us.
Ann:
Hopefully the ‘force’ thing/comment WAS a term of endearment…
In the meanwhile.. HI! Bruce!! ~come here my pretty…~ (need to read the blog about the hairy upper lip, or this makes NO sense).
And read that:
Shepaug river is there. Indian name for a river that has lots of rocks!.
“Turn right on Tunnel Road and drive just past the horseback riding ring to the parking lot at the reservation’s north end, where a map kiosk will get you oriented. You’ll see that Tunnel Road hugs the river’s east side. From the south, a rail trail parallels the road for some distance, then, at the reservation’s midpoint, it shifts to the river’s west side (the river crossing is long gone). Between the riding ring and Spring Hill, a carriage road leads to where Holiday House, a hotel for New York City working women, once stood. The abutments in the river here supported a bridge that the women crossed after disembarking from the Shepaug Valley Railroad. Just across the auto bridge from the lot with the map kiosk is the trailhead for 4.2-mile Steep Rock Loop—a nice hike, but, because it is rather long, maybe not the best choice for a first visit.
a suspension footbridge and an abandoned railroad tunnel. The summit (elevation 776 feet) overlooks an oxbow in the river that surrounds a landform known as the Clamshell.”
So, NO tunnels and NO suspended bridges, period.
Also,
“A plaque memorializes a 10-year-old boy who fell to his death here in 1963″ in another spot. This would get me to bawl (cry).
And then I found an article about the Connecticut wondering Hobo.
http://www.ghostvillage.com/legends/leatherman.shtml
(poor thing, mental illness even then).
By the way, I get along great with the nutty people…( at the hospitals, I mean)
Lupe, OF COURSE it was a term of endearment. And you came through again with a great link. Poor, poor Leatherman! What made him do that strange circuitous journey all year long? According to the link, he wandered through my town regularly. Very interesting local lore. Thanks
Ann:
Theories about Leatherman.
He could have had a family when young that cared for him. Something horrible happened to his family member, and he started wondering, looking to find where they were. He may have gone, with this family member walking in that area. Maybe this family member sold or peddled something, like services or goods.
After that horrible thing happened to the family member, he lost his mind all the way. And the only thing that brought him comfort, was to walk the same route. Being fed along the way reinforced the need to do it, and it became his mission.
Once I was a group leader for 15 male adults, all in this asylum facility. They had activities inside the facility, but they would get restless. I would take them all onto campus, (made them carry an umbrella each if raining) and I would tell the one WE would follow him. He would always walk the same route picking up things along the way, and stuffing it inside his shirt. (Funny that the campus police car was never too far behind us driving very slowly…).
I would ask them to sing songs they knew..(and some sang along)(the ones who could talk) and let them stomp on the rain puddles, and scream if they liked to… and when we made it back to the unit, it was time for their showers (I was right IN with them), clean clothing offered, meds, and television watching in the main room – but they could not focus worth a darn – then out for a smoke, then bed time.
But same ritual thing from the one patient/client, he always wanted to walk the same route.
Hi Ann,
Thanks for posting the great photos. It was fun meeting you this weekend. I read your post about the “killer” sheep. If it had happened to me I’d be too traumatized to ever wear wool again! What’s the name of the vet that hooked you up with Lulu’s family tree? I’d like to be able to recommend the DNA lab if any of our clients want ancestry on their mixed breeds. My boss (veterinarian; Dr. Marty Goldstein) is talking about traveling with pets on his radio show on Sirius channel 112. (Plus, I’m listening in with him when he gives the show and I’m terrified he’ll ask me to talk on the show!! If you have any questions on traveling with your dogs PLEASE call in!! If he gets enough calls he won’t make me embarass myself on the radio!)
-Lisa Goodman
Ann:
I, too, would like info concerning the online event with Denis and Peter. Was it on this blog where I first read about it–before Lupe’s comment yesterday, that is.
And welcome to Bruce, Ann’s “rocker dude” blog-reading fan. You’re gonna love it here, Bruce.
Lisa, email me the number, I’ll call! WOuld love to be a caller on a veterinarian radio show. Ask him if I can be a regular guest. Or a cohost. I could be like Kelly Ripa, but instead of talking about boring stuff like celebrities and kids, we will talk about dogs!
Just a thought. I don’t have to cohost. I could just call.