Little Colts

Hello All,

Watching little Bucky grow takes me back twenty odd years to when my little colts were learning how to use their legs and explore their new world. Everyday, I take Blossom and Bucky out to graze in the small pasture beside the barn. Blossom really enjoys the fresh air and grass and since it is fenced she can eat in peace while Bucky explores his new world but stays out of trouble. All was well until one hot, humid, June evening when it was time to come in. 

I haltered Mama and usually Bucky walks beside us back to the stall. This night Bucky had other plans. As Mama Blossom and I walked into the stall she noted her feed bowl was full and immediately started to munch out. Bucky went right on down the aisle of the barn and into the open area just a kickin' his heels up. 

First, he went over to the fence where is his daddy, Chester, was standing and they both stopped and looked at each other in silence.  Guess they thought they were seeing double{:> Then little man went full speed down the fence line and all the horses starting neighing and running around. Golden Red, his grandmama, was so excited to see him I thought she would jump right over the fence. It became a little scary with all the commotion and I was no match for my long legged colt so I went back into Blossom's stall who had finished her meal with great pleasure and was oblivious to all the commotion. I asked her for her help. 

Securing her haltering I walked her outside and when she realized her curly little Buckle was no where to be seen she let go of a nicker that could have been heard for miles around. Bucky popped his little curly head up down by Golden Red's paddock and looked around. You could tell he had decided this game was the most fun he had ever had. But, Mama was not impressed with his response and the horses were really stirred up. The dust was flying and every four legged creature was running around like it was a Barnum and Bailey circus. 

I took Mama Blossom's halter and lead rope off and said; go get him. She took off with her long beautiful red mane flying and within what seemed like seconds Bucky came galloping back to the barn with Mama right behind. Once she caught up with him she gave him a stern push with her beautiful muzzle and a low guttural sound came from her that any good mother would recognize! 

Our little Bucky was on his best behavior for the rest of the night and they both grazed peaceful standing beside me. The other horses calmed down and went back to munching on their hay and seemed to have enjoyed the evenings entertainment.

It reminded me of the many times I would take our eldest sons, Martin and Andrew to the play ground at McDonald's. Martin was the most agile little fella. I knew this even before he was born as the entire nine months I carried him were filled with practice plays for all the football and soccer he would play in his teen years.  He thought it great fun to climb into the playground area with all the pretty colored balls. Then he would pleasantly ignore me as I explained it was time to go. With his little brother Andrew on my hip, not yet able to crawl, I was not able to get into the ball filled play area and many times it would take the entire group of parents to corral my sweet but naughty Martin. 

Once he was safe in my hands he would get that squeeze that meant I love you with all my heart....but if you do this again I am gonna show you how my grandmama showed me love through a nice willow branch. And, the low guttural sound Blossom made..... well every mama, two legged or four, has the ability to make that same tone when their little fella needs a good talking too.

My handsome and intelligent son, Martin, is now a successful 27 year old business man. I can't wait till he is a parent sitting at McDonald's playground with his own little colts.

Angie and her Curly Circus

It is not how old you are, but how you are old. ~ Marie Dressler

Hello Friends,

Went on a trail ride with my Curly fella, Jubliee's Curly J and good friends. Could'nt think of a better way to spend the day. So for the next 364+ days I am hoping to live up to the wonderful quote by Marie Dressler;

It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
~ Marie Dressler

All our best,

Angie and her Curly riding partner , Jubliee's Curly J

Nevada's Blossom and her Shiny New Buckle

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Nevada's Blossom and her Shiny New Buckel (Buckle)

yep, I forgot to spell check - but it was quite late last nite when I was learning how to use Youtube{:>

All our best on these sun-shiny days,
Angie and our Curly family

Chester's Golden Nevada's Buckle

Hello All,

Benny Damele's Cooper D has a new great - grandson who as born on June 17, 2010 at Golden Curls Ranch. Chester's Golden Nevada's Buckle is the prodigy of our BLM Mare, Golden Red's Nevada's Blossom and ABCR#3665 and ICHO#1203-D Renegait Chesterfield. We are trilled to see our Chester's first offspring is so Curly. Interestingly, the mother, Blossom is a straight Curly Mustang from the Damele line and her mother Golden Red is very curly.

Since, I am not well versed in genetics all I can do is marvel at the fact that
a straight Curly Mustang Mare and a Curly Stallion has produced a beautiful,
healthy colt with the most curly mane, ears, fets and body hair I have ever
seen.

Bucky has his grandmother's sturdy hocks and light reddish coloring with his mom
and dad's blaze. He is a loving little fella with a playful personality and is
keeping his mom on her toes.

This has truly been a wonderful week at Golden Curls Ranch.

All our best from Angie
and all her Curly ones

There our girls now{:>

We received title for ownership for Copper's D granddaughter Golden Red and her daughter Nevada's Blossom from the BLM. These mares are true treasures with the Curly personality and wonderful bloodlines of Damele's Copper D. They were captured by BLM in Lander County, NV just a few miles from where Benny Damele release...d Copper D and favorite mare and will have a forever home with us at Golden Curls Ranch.

Golden Curls Ranch - Article in Kaufman Herald - Curly Camp

http://www.kaufmanherald.com/articles/2010/06/06/news/doc4c07dc705527e231898185.txt

A little girl's best friend

Years ago, too many to count, a little girl growing up in the Sandhill Piedmont of North Carolina was a given a four legged friend named, Patches. Eleven is a hard age as the body changes and the mind begins to grow. Adults are too busy to understand and girlfriends can be cruel. The world seems like a harsh and unforgiving place....until that special friend walked into my life.

My best frend, Patches, was an Indian Paint who in her early days was a winning show horse. Later, because she was a beautiful lady, she was used as a brood mare. Somewhere along the way she picked up a diease that would cut her life short and fill it with sorrow as all her foals would die. 

Patches was a strong mare and a loving soul. She gave herself willingly to those around her. Patches loved to take me on trail rides and show me the sights of nature and how beautiful flora and fauna existed behind the trees. We had our own Secret Garden by a fast, moving creek, called Rockfish Creek. Days were spent exploring and learning that while the world may seem unkind there are special friends who are loving and will always be there for you. 

During her last foaling she passed. But, the time I spent with her will always remain in my mind and heart.

A few weeks ago, a good friend, Levi, gifted me with a beautiful filly named Allie. I named her Red River Canyon Allie because she was born in the Oklahoma canyons and her mom kept her away from humans until she was three months old. Allie not only looks like Patches she has the same sweet face and soft brown eyes that reveals the kindness in her heart. In her two years of life she has seen sickness and we just brought her home last week from a week long stay at the vet. 
I am sure Patches is looking down at me with hopes that I can help Allie like she helped me and become the little girl's best friend.

Angie

Miss Pamela ..... is really Miss Piggy.

Hello All,

Miss Pamela and Roni are settling in and seem to really be enjoying their new home. Miss Pamela is the spitting image of Miss Piggy, in both personality and looks. She loves men. 

Last weekend I asked Hank to repair a place in the fence where Leo (our city dog who visits on the weekends and gets into lots of trouble:() has been getting in and chasing the piggy girls. Yes, Leo loves to get inside the fence and chase Pamela and Roni and make them squeal.  Denying the whole time that it was Leo doing the bad deed and trying hard to convince me that it was my sweet, droopy brown eyed, big floppy eared Bagel (Basset and Beagle mix): Guinness, instead ........as he headed out with the  tools to make the repairs. I simply explained to my loving husband; "are you suggesting I should believe what you are saying or what I saw with my own eyes?"  Without another word, he decided to table the conversation and fix the fence.

Miss Piggy, I mean, Miss Pamela comes up to Hank and starts a conversation. Well, the only time she talks with me is when she is complaining about the amount of feed I am giving her and Roni. I really do believe the girls should eat more greens but they seem to like that processed fast food instead; kinda reminds me of my sweet sons who pull through What-a-Burger on a daily basis. 

She speaks to Hank in the softest, sweetest, voice and then starts batting those big blue eyes underneath the long white eyelashes. He said she talked to him the whole time he was working on the fence.  I have noticed she has a lot of different voice patterns and volumes. She can really hit those high notes like the night Leann and I were trying to unload her and Roni from the horse trailer but when she is talking with menfolk she has a deep, sexy, sultry, voice like the fabulous, actress, Kathleen Turner.

Thinking she just had a crush on Hank, I figured no worries. I mean after being married for over 20 years should I really worry about competition .....especially a a big, blued eyed, Pot Belly Pig with soft ears and a seductive voice? 

I soon noticed she acts different around every man. Age matters not to her. My friend came over to weld the fence and move a gate one weekend. Again, she turned on the charm. She was right in the middle of everything, talking and cooing in a deep, velvety voice. I was getting embarrassed thinking of what she was saying in pig Latin. 

Another time a sweet young man whose mom is boarding a handsome Tennessee Walker named Oliver with us was checking out our petting zoo with his little sister and family friends. They were having a great time looking at all the critters. Well, a zoo it is for sure, with precocious pigs, grumpy and frisky goats, a rooster who thinks he is Fabio with his hens and a prized heavy weight boxer with me, hens who are sweet and nurturing to their unborn chicks and, oh yeah, and the naughty donkey girls who chase everything and everyone including each other and can kick up their heels higher the Texas Killgore Rockettes.

Sure enough, Miss Pamela waddled right over and introduced herself to the young man. She soon started battling those big blue eyes and began the conversation in her sweet, sultry voice.  Miss Roni, the shy one stays to herself and only comes out from behind the big, old, shady oak tree to eat. 

So I have decided to keep a close eye on my little lady and make sure she stays out of trouble. But, that can definitely be a full time job. Anyone know where I can find Kermit the Frog to give me a hand?

Angie and Miss "Piggy" Pamela

Introducing Miss Pamela and Roni

Hello All,

In the middle getting ready for our Open House April 24 and 25 I felt that familiar feeling in depths of heart when I heard of the four Pot Belly Piggy girls who needed a home. 

My dear friend, Cheryl and I went to pick them up and boy were we in for a surprise. The idea that these pigs are Mini pigs is a misnomer... These girls were HUMONGOUS.....OK, so, I decided to not overwhelm my pocketbook (my mind raced in thoughts of their feed bill) and wasn't sure the horse trailer would hold all of them so we came home with two. 

Miss Pamela, previously known as SPAM, is an Imperial White with blue eyes. She has white eye lashes and appears to be the most congenial of the two. She has the cutest ears and a straight tail. Funny, I remember Grandmama singing a song to me when I was a little girl about Betsy a piggy, who had a curly tail that must have curled it up at nite....and all her little piggies's too, had curly tails like Betsy's do.....still can hear that song like it was yesterday.

But, this in not Betsy and her piggies. 'Cause these pigs are straight tailed pigs with big bellies and ear piercing  squeals.

Our black piggy girl is Roni, yes,she was Pepperoni. Roni is shy. But, as you can tell by her face she really is a sweetheart. Once we loaded the girls in the back of our two stall horse trailer; which only took a few hours of sweating and creating new words that I am sure will never see the printed pages of Webster's dictionary, we headed home to  Kaufman County, a good two hour drive. 

I called my good friend, Leann, who by now is quite use to my little eccentric personality quirks. Being a good friend  she came down to help me unload the new critters into the barn yard by the Llama Casa which houses the goats and chickens. It was almost 10:00 pm and dark and I was down to the the last bit of energy in me o' Irish bones. Expecting the worst, I said OK we'll have lift them out  of the trailer.  She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I said well we had to tie a lead rope around their waist and lift them into the trailer to load them.

Well, with that she opened the trailer door and made a strange sound that I was sure meant she was never gonna speak to me again and the squeaking began. Within, two minutes both of the girls had hopped off the trailer and headed into the fence and Leann said; there, we're done.

The next morning when I saw them in the day light  I felt sure I was having an April Fool's joke day and the way they looked at me I knew they felt the same. But, we are slowly becoming friends. You could say we are growing on each other.

The girls are a real hit at the ranch. On their first day, I let the three Amigos, Lakota, Cinnamon River and Curly J out to go graze in the back pasture. They went flying by and each one stopped on a dime like they were the best trained reining horses. Their ears were perked up and their eyes as big has watermelons in the bright Texas summer sun. They snorted a lot and then on the same cue made sidepasses that I only wish I could do while sitting in my saddle. Their movements looked like a synchronized drill team. Then the girls started squealing and I must say, honestly, those boys have nice movements when they gallop.  The three Amigos now walk out of the way to get around the piggy yard. Wonder if they think the piggy girls are gonna eat them?

Well, it's been a week now and the goats have finally decided the girls are not going to eat their food and I have found the right spot to rub on Miss Pamela's big jowls to get her to roll over on her back for a good belly rub. So, I think we are all gonna to be good friends. Oh, and Leann, says her sister is looking for someone to take a few Turkeys off her hands. 

All our best,

Angie the Curly ones and the piggy girls with straight tails.