Gilt Sparrows - a Fifty Foal Challenge
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Rather put-out by the gray-muzzled mare she'd received instead of the requested filly, Katie put the horses to bed and then went herself. The next morning she made another adoption request, and this time did, in fact, receive a filly.
Cognac wasn't as brightly colored as Baconbits, but she was young enough to grow into a broodmare. And Bacon was happy enough to play mama while Katie worked on training Electrum. Running was a delight to the stallion - after all, zebras on the savannahs depended on speed to escape lions and wild dogs, but the whole jumping over objects struck him as rather pointless. So Katie focused first on the running, and soon was bringing home trophies.
Along with trophies came prize money, and the apartment began to look more like a home than a campsite. And with Katie's persistent training, Electrum's jumping improved. Then one day it clicked, and the stallion discovered the true joy of flying over high-set poles without touching them! Jumping courses were added to the evening competitions, and a second collection of trophies was begun.
Baconbits was not forgotten. Katie trained her as well, discovering that she had a fair pop over jumps, even if her speed was failing. When Cognac grew up, Katie took the old lady for one last training session before handing her over to her new owner - a neighborhood girl who needed a tolerant horse to learn on. When she got home . . .
. . . she discovered that Electrum and Cognac had gotten to know each other much better. She was delighted to learn soon after that Cognac was expecting. She was less delighted to see mice fleeing from a hole chewed in the feedbag. Back to the Adoption Center.
Cognac wasn't as brightly colored as Baconbits, but she was young enough to grow into a broodmare. And Bacon was happy enough to play mama while Katie worked on training Electrum. Running was a delight to the stallion - after all, zebras on the savannahs depended on speed to escape lions and wild dogs, but the whole jumping over objects struck him as rather pointless. So Katie focused first on the running, and soon was bringing home trophies.
Along with trophies came prize money, and the apartment began to look more like a home than a campsite. And with Katie's persistent training, Electrum's jumping improved. Then one day it clicked, and the stallion discovered the true joy of flying over high-set poles without touching them! Jumping courses were added to the evening competitions, and a second collection of trophies was begun.
Baconbits was not forgotten. Katie trained her as well, discovering that she had a fair pop over jumps, even if her speed was failing. When Cognac grew up, Katie took the old lady for one last training session before handing her over to her new owner - a neighborhood girl who needed a tolerant horse to learn on. When she got home . . .
. . . she discovered that Electrum and Cognac had gotten to know each other much better. She was delighted to learn soon after that Cognac was expecting. She was less delighted to see mice fleeing from a hole chewed in the feedbag. Back to the Adoption Center.
