Windt im Wald Farm WIW Perfect Alen
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In the next picture on the left you can see my other side. What do you think of those little black spots in the big white patches and the white spots in the black patches? See more pictures of me and my mom at the bottom of the page. First of all, I am not a Pinto-Arabian, like WIW Dixie Melody, WIW Rythm Queen, WIW Windys Choice, or WIW Color by Choice. I am a gaited Tennessee Walking Horse Stallion, and by the time I was five hours old and getting my first exercise on the Northeast Ohio green grass, I was doing a four-beat gait. That is what Tennessee Walking Horses do so I fit right into the mold. My mom, Calo's Perfection, AKA Perfect Horse, had a lovely time of delivering me, getting the whole job done in about ten minutes, by 6:10 AM, when the sack totally pulled away from me and I breathed my first air here on earth. She started licking me dry immediately from a standing position, and she nickered little grunts to me to get up.
Then I wasn't quite sure where I should go. I found out I could suck pretty well so I started sucking on Mom's shoulder and front legs. I heard Tom and Diane say I was 39 inches at the withers and too tall to walk beneath Mom to get my breakfast. I was a little taller than those little Arabian babies that Tom and Diane are more used to, although last year they were blessed with an Arab colt that was 44 inches at birth! Mom did not want to stay still, either. She kept walking around me as though she was afraid I might get out of her sight instead of just holding still so I could find the milk bar. Finally, Diane supported me from the rear end while Tom pushed my neck just the right way so I could find Mom's udder. Ah, there it was, warm and sweet and sticky! Tom thought I was pretty clever because I only had to be shown twice more before I figured out the whole routine for myself and Mom was able to stand still for me. Ah, so this is what life is all about--having a full belly and napping and exploring Mom-- I thought. I was too excited to sleep very much. I would doze off for a few minutes, and then I would be pretty hungry for that good milk and get up again. Boy, that was getting pretty routine. Then several hours later, Tom and Diane came in again and tried to lead Mom out, but she would not have any of it because she could not see me every instant. Diane helped me follow Mom so she could calm down, and suddenly, there we were in the middle of the grass and bunches of yellow flowers. I had some trouble keeping up with Mom for a few minutes, and then it got really easy for me. I could do this head-nodding thing and do a four-beat gait, and I could also go faster, but the hocks on my rear legs wanted to stick out at the wrong angles. At last I figured it out and then plopped down in the green grass with my head on my front knees and my rear legs under me. The grass was warm and soft and it was very blue high above me with white puffy things. It was quiet there and Mom was right by me. This new life was very good. I guess Tom and Diane are pretty pleased. I have some loud coloring on my body, but I have a lot of white, and I am already getting dirty, just like a boy! They say I have a nice face, rather concave, for a Tennessee Walking Horse, and Diane really likes my hocks! She is a rear-end fan. They also think I may be homozygous for black and spots, since both my parents are black and white pintos. HOMOZYGOUS...It means that when I get to be the daddy horse, I can only produce black and spotted babies. I am the fourth spotted Walking Horse foal that Mom has delivered. So far she is 4 for 4--pretty good, I guess. I am a great-grandson of multi-champion Tennessee Walking Horse, Spotted Alen Again and a descendant of champion Piddley (yes, that IS his real name...what a riot!) and Rodger's Perfection. Okay, maybe I am a little special. All these pictures are of me! Geez! Here I am on Monday, May 10, at four days old. I do look rather worldly, don't you think? Mom is a little more easy-going, and she now lets me run wide, wide circles around her. A couple of times I cut the angles pretty sharp, but I haven't fallen yet!! I also know how to rear and buck and run sideways, but I stand still for Tom and Diane to love on me. Wow, life is oh, so good.
At Windt im Wald Farm we are preservationist Arabian horse breeders. specializing in Crabbet/CMK bloodlines. We also provide Arabian horse training and riding lessons. Check our Arabian horse sales page for both Purebred and Half-Arabian Horses.
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Last update January 19, 2008
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Black
Tobiano Purebred Tennessee Walking Horse Stallion
Then
came Tom and Diane right inside my stall to towel-dry me off and to
stick their fingers into my mouth and to blow into my nostrils and to
play with my ears. I wasn't sure I really was too interested in
testing my legs right away, but they helped me get my back end up. Hey,
surprisingly, it wasn't too difficult standing up on those rear legs,
followed by my front ones. I only crumpled a couple of times before
I could actually pull myself up without any assistance. 
