This past June, I found my new trail horse. She needed a new beginning desperately and I needed a riding horse. Sometimes things just come together perfectly.
After I lost my beloved horse, Allie, I dismissed the idea of another horse until winter. Maybe even spring. It hurt to see her empty stall but I wasn't in any hurry to find a replacement. I heard about a breeder of nice Quarter Horses and looked for an ad someone told me about on Ocala's Craigslist. Not the best place to look for horses, but I was curious. Ocala is a horse mecca so perhaps their Craigslist horses are much higher caliber.
I saw the following ad:
"Registered Morgan mare $250"
What the heck? A Morgan? Those are expensive horses. The kind of horses one dreams about now and again but they are much too pricey. It's like wanting a BMW but only having enough money for a Hyundai. Then, of course, one must ask, what's wrong with the horse? That's a kill buyer price, which is not a good sign.
The seller was a bit difficult to talk to but my instincts said to go look and bring a trailer. The poor mare was 22 years old,
skinny, depressed, had improper hoof care, and an eye that needed
attention (untreated injury from over a year before). Miraculously, she
came with the proper registration papers, although it was not the seller's name on the papers. Hmm. After seeing how pitiful she looked, I just paid the guy cash and got her out of
there. After settling her into our round pen and setting up an
appointment with our vet, I contacted the owner on the papers to make
sure she wasn’t stolen. The previous owner was relieved to hear from
me. The mare fell through the cracks after a lease to own type
situation that went very wrong. The previous owner was not in a
position to take her so, with her blessing, I registered her in my
name. Wow, my first Morgan! I have admired the breed for a long time
but have owned mostly stock horses or Quarter Horse/Arabian crosses.
(Her first day in our round pen)
The first step
was to give her a thorough vet evaluation and gain her trust (she was
flighty and unsure at first). She only took a few days before she was
following me around. She needed boosters of everything since the
previous owner could produce no vaccine records of any kind for the year and
a half he owned her. A trip to the local veterinary school for a thorough eye
exam revealed good and bad news. She was blind in her right eye but it
had healed in such a way that the eye should not cause her any
further trouble and did not need to be removed. It was right around the Fourth of July, so we named her Libby (Liberty).
I am amazed at the combination of spirit and tractability of
Morgans. These were the US Calvary horses that carried generals. In
fact, her breeding is from UVM, which was the government's breeding
As I worked with her through the summer, she adapted quickly to
being handled on her blind side. Long grooming sessions relaxed her and I
taught her a few verbal commands so she knew what to expect even if she
couldn’t see it. She filled out nicely and her coat changed to a lovely
dark chestnut color. The saddle and bridle changed her demeanor from quiet and alert to
proud and bold. She arched her neck and moved beside me like paintings
of classic horses from long ago. Perfectly obedient and responsive but
spirited and musical in motion. She was lovely. Truly this is the
breed that generals rode into battle.
The local Morgan Horse community was extremely helpful in giving me information on her background and training. Many different people compared notes and I received a call from the lady that originally saddle trained Libby! It was wonderful to hear about how she was as a young filly. I am impressed and thankful for at the amount of support I have received from other Morgan Horse enthusiasts. A local Morgan trainer came out for the first ride. Libby was tractable but very reactive inside the round pen. She moved with exaggerated animation and perhaps a little trepidation. The saddle-seat training Morgan show horses receive can be quite intensive. On subsequent rides, I felt her coil underneath me like a spring, ready to throw her legs out and move. Instead, I found that if I halted her and began to rub her neck, she relaxed. I used verbal commands to ask her to move and she did move more quietly. She is a lot of horse but we seem to be developing a language
to communicate. She has a good mind so she is coming around just fine.
She is very affectionate. She nuzzles me and gently puts her head
against my chest. Outside of the arena, she relaxes and goes very nicely. I took her out to a local trail recently and she did very well. I have a new trail horse!