Our goal is Excellence, and to that end countless hours are spent pouring over pedigrees, pestering wonderfully patient people with a million questions and doing research, and then researching some more and watching and learning and, well...  agonizing over the right stallion matches to compliment our broodmares, also selected for their pedigrees, temperament, talent and rideability. 


In the equine world, a solid reputation is fundamental and respected breeders, industry leaders and knowledge 'gurus' like Holly Simensen (Director, OHBS, N.A.), vet and breeder Dr Jan Greve, the German Hanoverian Verband's Dr Christmann, as well as Team Nijhof and VDL Stud to name a few, are our benchmarks. We are proud members of the Oldenburg Horse Breeders Society which is the N.A. division of the German Oldenburg Verband (GOV) and all our horses are registered with them and/or the German Hanoverian Society.

We've been riders for many years and it was during a routine farm visit some years ago that we told our vet we were going to begin our own breeding program.

His eyes narrowed. He knew things had already been tough. We had purchased an in-utero foal out of a Wallstreet Kid mare and fell instantly in love at the much awaited, but premature arrival of an exquisite filly.  Our elation quickly spiralled into anxiety over her pathetic frailty and after a mad 2-hour trailer ride to St Hyacinth Veterinary Hospital in QC as I bottle-fed colostrum and held her in my lap, we plunged into terrible sorrow when she finally ended a valiant, desperate 3-day struggle to survive.

"You got beer?"

"Yup", I nodded.

"Then get some," he ordered, "we need to talk."

So, we sat out back in the setting sun, sipping cold beer and gazing over the fields as our Good Vet mapped out the World of Breeding.  It both fascinated and terrified us and we thought long and hard about everything he said.  We finally decided to take our chances, and go for it.

We found a young Hanoverian Sandor daughter out of a Greek Jab xx mare. Absolutely gorgeous and a dead ringer for an elegant Dutch Warmblood, and bonus: She was also already confirmed in foal to an excellent Oldenburg stallion. Life was very good. But, 60 days into the gestation it was obvious that "Sandals" had lost her pregnancy and with a stiff upper lip, determined to weather the mishaps we'd been warned about, it was back to the drawing board where we matched Routinier, a personal favourite of mine, as her next suitor. Sandals caught on first try and once again all was well with the world. 

My husband did barn chores on weekdays as I routinely rushed to work before sunrise in a daily, hour long race to beat commuter traffic.  When the phone rang on my office desk just before 07h00 one morning, my heart sank.  Too early for the commercial world to be functioning...must be a personal call from home... Something is wrong!

Indeed.  Inexplicably, during the night our sweet Sandals had died seemingly quietly (no disturbed ground around her) as dignified in death as she was in life, and taking her unborn baby with her.

Our vet was appalled.  "When I told you about the hazards of breeding, I didn't mean it would all happen to you!"

After tearful acknowledgement to him and the veterinary staff for their kindness and comfort during the ordeal we sat down to rethink this whole breeding business again and...decided to go for it.

And here we are years later, still going for it!  We're still experiencing all the joy, fierce frustrations and cruel heartache a life with horses will guarantee, yet every moment in equine company remains so special. Glorious sounds, sensations and visions crowd our senses all day long:  A horse's serene eye and generosity of spirit; their unmistakable delight and quickened step when they've noticed you; the smell of fresh hay, horse and leather in the barn; plump, pregnant mares grazing lazily; a newborn, leggy foal with milky breath and zero balance; thundering hooves and flying manes during spontaneous races; feather kisses from a velvet muzzle; the diligent inspection of your hands or patting down of your pockets at the prospect of an apple hiding somewhere, and a gentle gelding's soft "huh-huh-huh" in friendly greeting ... It's pure heaven.

My friend has a bumper sticker that reads: "Horses are proof God loves us." You know it, sister! And thank you, God, for these beautiful four-legged blessings.