Nectarine

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Official name: Nectarine
Breed, sex, height: Brumby, mare, 13.6 ‘hh
Color: Red dun
Date of birth: 01-01-2019 (Australia)
Bred in the wild
Owned by Colton Thatcher

Nectarine, brumby, tamma, 139 cm, s. 01.01 2019, kasvattaja evm, omistaja VRL-14085 / VH00-000-0000 / Virtuaalihevonen

She might be small, but you wanna watch out with this one! Nelly was captured in a nature reserve in Australia as a young filly, and put up for sale. She’s a feisty one for sure, biting and kicking around when she arrived to Bonecreek Grange at an estimated two years old. She’s also a fast little thing, moving those little feet of hers quick as lightning. Nelly might be the horse for a smaller rider, but not the horse for the inexperienced; Nowadays Nelly is much more tame and a decent horse to ride, but hell hath no fury like a woman (scorned)! Other horses stay out of this one’s way, and we have - very aptly, if I may say - nicknamed her the Queen of the Grange.

Offspring

Nelly is genetically tested heterozygous filly Foal Born 00-00-0000 sire Sire
for dun and negative for agouti. filly Foal Born 00-00-0000 sire Sire
filly Foal Born 00-00-0000 sire Sire
Nelly is currently unavailable for breeding. filly Foal Born 00-00-0000 sire Sire

Competitions

00-00-0000 WRJ, Halter Stable 0/00
00-00-0000 WRJ, Reining Stable 0/00
00-00-0000 WRJ, Barrel Racing Stable 0/00
00-00-0000 WRJ, Keyhole Race Stable 0/00

Diary

16th of April, 2020 - written by Colton Thatcher
Our very own aussie, Levi, is a real Casanova, and therefore used to wild and stubborn women, so we threw him in the round pen with our new mare, a Brumby from Australia, Nelly. Levi was too tall for Nelly, but we figured she could be tamed to serve Kevin and Paloma, and Levi would be the man for the job - an aussie knows an aussie. Well, needless to say, it did not go quite as planned. Nelly was not fond of people, and seemed to see Levi a threat in all his tallness and muscularity. She first took off in the other direction, but when Levi closed in on her, trying to calm her, she turned on her heels and went teeth first for Levi. Poor guy, he really is tall as a tree and seems way too heavy to move in such a way, but he barely grabbed the pen fence and just flew over it. “She’s rabid!” he yelled at us, who were watching from a safe distance. “Get this dingo off me!” Levi continued, as Nelly kicked the fence right about where he was standing closest to it. She really had it out for him now.

“Come on, Levi!” Kevin grinned, “you afraid of a little mare?” “Of that mare? Hell yes!” Levi scoffed, making Kevin chuckle. Levi ran a hand across his face and then just looked at the feisty little horse in the pen, clearly wondering what he was supposed to try next. I bet he was wondering, if he could just quit his job to avoid Nelly. Finally he threw an unsure look my way, not knowing what to do. After all, he was quite young and not as experienced with horses, and sometimes he would get insecure about the way he handled horses - even though I told him constantly there was no reason for that, because he was a natural. “Let’s go, Levi, back in the pen”, I told him and made my way to the gate to let myself and Levi in. The aussie looked slightly horrified, but sucked in his gut and did as he was told. Nelly’s ears turned back and there was a fire in her eyes, when she looked at Levi like an angry bull. If we can harness that temper, she’ll make a great horse for competing.

Levi leaned against the pen fence and tried to be as unintimidating as he possibly could - not an easy job, I imagine. Nelly eyed him up and down, but didn’t charge for as long, as Levi just hanged out in the pen. I myself tried to slowly close in a little on her. She was not interested in being touched, and unloading her when she arrived had been unbearably difficult - I chose to not think about how tough she must have been to transport from Australia to the States. Nelly seemed to be getting tired though, so we finally decided to call it a day. It would be no use to stress her out, that would only slow down the process of getting her used to being handled. Levi and me got to leave through the gate without “a dingo” on our tail, so we took that as a victory, and let Nelly stay in the round pen.