Problems for the ladies: Xilef, son of Felix. Felix to mares: “You’re welcome.” BIRCHWOOD, WI–The new stables opened just in time. Since the beginning of the year, five foals have taken up residence at Longtheway, with three more on the way. First up, on January 17, 2007, was Felix’s firstborn, Xilef (a free bale of hay to whoever figures out how he got his name). A big, white-coated colt who we predict will turn out to be a deep brown, Xelif displays his father’s confidence, his mother Udine’s regal bearing, and both of his parents’ Nordic good looks. He has an inquisitive, gregarious personality that’s all his own, however. Walk anywhere near his pen, and he’ll bound over to say hello. 
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Attending the NFHR 25th Anniversary Celebration WINONA, MN–When it comes to conversation, I’m no Mr. Ed, but some experiences are so extraordinary that even a laconic Norwegian can’t help but gush. Case in point: The Norwegian Fjord Horse Registry’s 25th Anniversary Celebration, which took place in Winona, MN on October 11-15, 2006. It was an incredible gathering of over one hundred Fjord horses, and the first-ever Fjord horse show sponsored by the NFHR. Longtheway Helps Boys Find Their Way BIRCHWOOD, WI–Fjord Horses may have been bred for pulling and plowing, but the staff at the Colorado Boys Ranch will tell you: They’re born therapists. The three adult mares and three youngsters that Longtheway donated to CBR YouthConnect in 2005 are mainstays of the horsemanship program, in which at-risk boys learn not only the fundamentals of horsemanship but key lessons about teamwork, self-control and trust. Visit the Colorado Boys Ranch. |
Obituary Our Roosters "They got cocky." Big Bob and Blind Bob loved to crow. White Bob was great at pecking. And Black Bob roosted beautifully. But for all their talents, our roosters never did learn their place in the pecking order. One moment they were the cocks ‘o the walk; the next, they were strewn all over the walk. Some say they misread Longtheway’s Australian Shepherds, perhaps believing the dogs’ barks were worse than their bite. But others contend that they knew the risks. “They liked living on the edge,” said the gardener. “They’d strut, hunt and peck wherever they pleased. The dogs would bark, they’d crow; for them it was a game. “Sadly, the game was chicken. And they lost.” Scooter Still Working on His Issues Not everyone has it easy at Longtheway. Scooter, the still somewhat feral orange tabby, needs you to know that. |
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