| It all began on a chilly winter morning. I remember the day well. I was working, and stopped to take a break and surf the web. What should I look up? Dogs, cats, horses.. YES, look under rescue, then Casey Creek fell in my lap. Destiny, I think !!!! We get all the cast offs, the unwanted of the pet world. Having moved to the �country� 50 miles west of Washington, DC, our city friends started the rumor, � They Live On a Farm�! Then the calls started. The black labs that were being destroyed for chewing furniture while locked in a townhouse all day. The Golden Retriever pups doomed to death for being less than show quality. The Manx kittens that had tails. Then come the horses. The Walker that was born six weeks premature, and without hair. The half brother that injured his leg as a foal in a fence wire, no showing here. Along comes the big boy left out with the stallions, and afraid of his own shadow. We are a proud and happy family. Reading about Casey Creeks, foals opened our heart, and at dinner that night we decided that this was something we needed to do. As a family, we wanted to adopt another member in need. January 1, 2002, we sent in our application to Ken and Jeannie. We had three spotted walkers, and rode trail rides as a family. We like the gaited horses for not only their calm and loving personality, but for the COMFORT! We applied for a spotted part walker. On March 6th, Phil�s birthday, I received an email from a Ken someone. I had not even looked at the web site for several months. I was afraid to open it up since it may be a virus, and deleted it after seeing it was not Casey Creek. Ten minutes later Jeannie called. We had a foal! A walker x saddle colt born February 28. It was destiny! To scary to even describe! Phil adjusted the two-horse trailer to fit the baby. We took out the divider, made a plywood front to block the walk through, and packed it with eight bales of shavings. It must have been 3 feet thick! Saturday Camille (age 8) Phil and I set off for Kentucky. 550 miles to our new boy. We named him Kentucky Thunder that day. It rained the whole way, and thundered like crazy. We pulled in to Casey Creek and fell in love immediately. The drive home was uneventful; the baby laid in the shavings, only getting up when we stopped for rest and feedings. The last few months have whirled by us, with Thunder growing like a weed. At five months, he is 12.2 hands and 398 lbs. We have given him all of his vaccinations, including the West Nile Virus, and he has been wormed. The vet says that he has never seen such a healthy, orphan! He leads, loads, bathes and has his feet trimmed when the farrier comes every six weeks. He is definitely our �baby� and now is not only spoiled by us, but the three other geldings let him get away with murder! We are sending in our application for next year, having cleared more land, we are making Casey Creek a GOOD habit! |
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| This Month's Feature Adopter is: Mary L. |