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RSA Aseyr

KE Aseyr is the product of impeccable breeding and ages of research into the best possible heritage for this handsomely proportioned stallion. His dam Golden Sky was hand-picked out of a huge herd of Arabians and his sire Jeshua is a reigning champion and fabulous producer of amazing progency. Aseyr has inherited a beautiful conformation, temperament and, rare for th

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e breed, he is gaited! You can see him prancing and dancing along the fence line, showing off for the mares in distant pastures and for the spectators at the shows he attends.

At the time of Aseyr’s breeding, his sire Jeshua had 34 Champion titles, 40 Reserve Champion titles, 30 First places, 48 Second places and if that isn’t enough he also has 29 Third place ribbons. In his career he has accumulated $58,175 in winnings and is sitting on 36 AHA points. Jeshua has also earned the Horse of the Month title on Northumberland.  He is currently competing in Hunter classes. contributed to Aseyr’s amazing conformation, stunning temperament, and beautiful movement.

You have never seen a more beautiful mare than you have Golden Sky. Hand-picked from Maria’s herd, this lady is certainly one to contend with. If you thought Jeshua was amazing, take a look at Sky’s record: 37 Champion ribbons, 30 Reserve Champion ribbons, 28 First places, 28 Second places, and 8 Third places. Her current earnings are at $9O,3O5 and she boasts 284 AHA points through the Arabian Association while holding the Legion of Supreme Honor (+/) title.

From this pairing we have high hopes for our stallion Aseyr who is already proving to be a worthwhile investment into our Arabian breeding future. His elasticity and grace are shown to us daily as you watch him run to you from across the field when you are bringing him in from the pasture. His beauty is breath-taking and his stunning gaits will have your jaw dropping as you watch him compete. He is very spirited and can easily be heard from anywhere on the Kingswood properly, bugling his challenges to the other stallions and trying to impress the mares and their foals. Ever alert, this stallion will astound you with his magnificence. He will be a force to contend with in the show ring!

Pedigree and Show Record

 

Featured Animals

If a certain horse or dog is doing particularly well or is worthy of showing off, they will earn themselves a post dedicated to them, and them alone! The post will tell all about them, their bloodlines, their show record and their progency if they have any! Interested in breeding to one? Contact Mandy R on North to set it in motion.

Aoife’s Property – Moriatha

With a sigh, I turned and walked wearily into the main barn at Moriatha. The day was cloudy and overcast and I was feeling a little under the weather after having gone to bed at 4am and having to wake up at 7am for lessons. I was dragging and not in the mood to teach lessons. I would have much rather gone for an early trail ride with one of my Haflingers and woken up that way with the morning sun and smell of wet leaves.

Unfortunately, that was impossible. It was Saturday. Therefore it would be crazy and exhausting. I was scheduled all day for lessons with just a short lunch break. It wouldn’t be so bad, I complained to myself, if I felt better. And it especially wouldn’t be so bad if my first students were good, hard-working kids who wanted to better their horsemanship skills. But my first student of the day was a teenager named Kayla Pacelli.
Kayla’s mother and father were both involved with the horse industry – the mother had shown Western for most of her childhood and continued to be part of the Quarter Horse industry, while her father was a farrier. I’d met them both and they were strong-willed but enjoyed their work. Unfortunately for Kayla, they thought their daughter should share their love for horses. And she did. Until she was about 10. Now, as a teenager, rather lost in herself, yet still needing the approval and interest of her parents, she was sick and tired of hearing her parents talk about them, day after day. She was sick of the world revolving around horses (in her parents eyes) and partially blamed horses for the attention that she did not receive.
Kayla had protested against Western disciplines when her mom had pushed for it and they finally settled for English. Kayla had been coming to Moriatha for quite a while, yet I didn’t feel there was much improvement in either her skills or attitude.

The barn aisle was neat and freshly swept, most of the horses were out in their pastures except for the lesson horses that were to be used today. I was planning on Kayla riding Star, her usual mount, a patient mare who would ignore Kayla’s attitude and ineffective cues.

At precisely 8:30am, Kayla walked into the barn, her head down, shoulders slumped.
“Morning Kayla!” I called out cheerfully with an overly bright smile.
“Hey.” she replied, barely looking up.
“You’re on Star today,” I said, motioning to the mare’s stall. “How does that sound?”
“Fine.”
I stifled a sigh. It was frustrating and it wasn’t getting any better. “Kayla, come into the office for a minute. I want to talk to you,” My voice become hard and Dan, one of our grooms, looked up and gave me a warning shake of his head. I ignored and charged into the office.
Kayla followed and sat dully in the chair for clients.
“Listen,” I said, trying to be polite but truthful. “I’m tired of beating around a bush. You don’t have any interest in horses, do you?
Kayla looked up and for one of the first times I can remember, actually met my eyes. She looked startled by my bluntness but there was a respect I hadn’t ever seen. “No.” She answered simply. “I don’t.”
“It’s obvious, Kayla. And it’s obvious to the horses too. Why don’t you discuss this with your parents?”
“I’ve tried! But they won’t listen!”
I nodded. “That’s what I figured. What do you love? What would you like to be doing this very second?”
Kayla looked into my eyes for a few seconds, then dropped her gaze. “Soccer,” she said, in a hushed tone. “I love soccer.”
“Then how about if I talk to your parents for you?” I asked, wondering what I was getting myself into!
“Oh, would you?!” Kayla gave me a big smile.
“I can try. I’m sick of your attitude and so are the horses.”
“I’m sorry,” Kayla answered, genuinely. “I just wanted my parents to realize that I hate this, and that this isn’t for me. But they never did.”
“It’s okay.” I said, rising. “I have some things to do. Do you want to hang out here until your parents come pick you up?”
“Sure,” Kayla responded and I was surprised to see a lively, beautiful girl bloom. “I’d be happy to help you too, if you need anything.”
I gave her a big smile. “The grooms have taken care of the barn, but I’m planning on taking a trail ride…”
“I don’t want to come!” She said with a laugh, “I’ll just call my parents and tell them I’m ready.”
“Okay! Talk to you later Kayla.”
“Thanks so much,” She answered as I went to get April Comet, ‘April’ for short, my Dressage Haflinger mare.
“No problem!”

I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxation as I rode April down around our property, on the West side almost on Summerside’s most Eastern border. Moriatha is located in the Bonville region of Northumberland.
April was a new addition to Moriatha, part of Maorga Stud, Inc, a new branch of Moriatha. I was excited about Maorga and what was to come for that part of my stable.
It was still slightly overcast but it felt good to be outside, enjoying nature and the out of doors. I wondered if I would meet anyone from Summerside – I rarely came over this way and hadn’t explored the trails yet… there were still so many parts of Moriatha that I hadn’t even discovered!

The “Krasivaya Mechta”… (Magnatli)

The sun shone into my bedroom window and played against the crystal drops that I hung from the sill, it was a brisk morning with sun and some skies, but the winter temperature was still hanging in the air. I was lying in bed going over the plan for the day and debating on what I wanted to wear. The horses had to be fed and let out, and a new stall had to be prepared in the stallion barn for our newcomer being imported from Russia from a renowned horse breeder. I had plans to get together with Jules around 11am to head down to the dock in Dalton’s Blue Coast on Copeland Point. It was a long drive from the Astra Range where Kingswood was situated. But all of these plans involved me getting my butt out of bed and getting dressed. It would not do to go to the barn dressed in my PJ’s and expect my workers to obey instructions.

Sitting up on my elbows I took a bleary eyed look at the alarm clock on the night table near my bed, trying painfully to adjust my eyes to the bright sunlight. The bright green letters flashed 7:3Oam at me, and I swung my legs over the bed. My closet was the least organized of any of my friends, and the possibility of finding something hung up or folded was a miracle at best. I dug out my black sweater jacket and my pair of tan, fleece lined breeches to wear for the day. I took a brush to my unruly auburn hair and tied it up into some semblance of a ponytail, too lazy to do anything else with it at the moment. Checking in the mirror for any signs of sleep crust in my eyes or other irritating blemishes, I finally deemed myself acceptable to go out, since makeup was out of the question for a tomboy like me.

Pulling on a pair of riding boots and my half chaps, I strode out purposefully into the stable yard, heading toward the feed room to check on the horses breakfast preparations. Different hands were working on different owners instructions for special diets and others were working on the horses that got the same base feed but different supplements for energy and various other issues. It was a veritable hive of activity. I walked over to the bulletin board where feed schedules were kept and looked for the new horses’ papers that I had put up yesterday. The breeder had told me that he incorporated chamomile and ginseng into the horses’ diet and that I might want to do the same. I added electrolytes and our special supplement mix that the vet had mixed up for our horses and let the diet be.

I replaced the clipboard and nodded hello to some of the not so busy stable hands, since everyone was so enthralled by their work that they either didn’t notice me or didn’t want to forget anything. I grabbed a wheelbarrow, muck shovel and a couple bags of clean shavings and headed off to prepare the new stall. On the way I grabbed a hay net and a couple of the feed containers that set in the wall holders in each of our stalls, and a hook for the horses lead and halter for outside the door. While I was deciding whether to grab some of the rubber mats for under the bedding, Josh arrived.

“Hey Mandy, what are you up to with such a thoughtful look?” he asked with humor in his eyes and a smile.

“Oh not much, just preparing for the new stallion that’s coming in today. I’m trying to decide whether I want to put these rubber mats down under the shavings for him.” I put my hands on my hips and regarded the mats again, thinking about clean up and safety for a hot horse.

“I would suggest the mats, if he’s a hot horse you wouldn’t want him hurting himself while he gets used to the new digs,” Josh said jokingly. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted me to come along to pick up that horse today, Heidi is here at the vets’ office today, and she can handle anything that might come up.”

I agreed and made a mental note to let Jules know that we would have company, not that she would mind – everybody usually likes Josh, he’s just so friendly. I only hoped she wouldn’t pick up on my growing attraction for the handsome vet. Packing four of the rubber mats into my wheelbarrow of supplies, I headed off to the stallion quarters to pick a stall for everything to go in. I decided on one of the larger corner stalls in the stallion barn, in one of the quieter areas. He would be effectively quarantined there and it opened up into a small paddock area where he could go watch the goings-on at the barn without causing a disturbance.

Leaving the wheelbarrow in the aisle I went and grabbed the hose and eco-friendly, horse safe disinfectant to clean the floor with before putting down the mats, and a big bristle brush to scrub with. Once that was clear and the soap washed into the drainage area in the floor, I covered the floor in the rubber mats, leaving a gap between the door and the edges. I followed the same steps with disinfecting the feed and water containers, making double sure that they had no soap in them, regardless of it being horse safe, and then put them in their places. They were designed so that the horses couldn’t knock them over or hurt themselves by accident and were held at the right level to be fed from. I tore open the bags of shavings and dumped them into the stall, using the muck shovel to spread them around and make a nice, deep bed for the stallion.

The hose needed wrapped back up and I realized I had forgotten to grab a flake or two of hay for the net so I killed two birds with one stone and put away the hose then grabbed some hay on the way back. Once the net was filled and hung in the corner, I stood back and looked at the stall. It had the fresh smell of never before used shavings and the earthy smell of the cleaner I had used. Looking at my watch, I realized it had taken me more than an hour to finish the job and that I needed to go check on the horses that were being pastured.

Stepping outside I realized the day was pretty warm for a Northumberland winter, and was very glad to find that the winter nip in the air was much, much warmer than usual. The front pasture was filled with the mares and the mares that had foals with them, while the geldings were in the next pasture, a buffer before you came to the stallion pastures. While most of them were even tempered, we still had a few hot blooded boys that loved to bugle their challenges throughout the day. It was warm enough that the horses didn’t need their blankets, and I admired the look of healthy coats as far as the eye could see.

I turned back into the stable and headed for my office, I had papers to pick up and a file to put together for the breeder. I also had to write him the check for the stallion, and find the name of the boat the horse was coming in on. Once I got to the office, I sat down at my desk and grabbed a manila folder from the stack. Sure enough, right on top was the import papers and the name of the boat, the Krasivaya Mechta, which I was told meant something along the lines of Beautiful Dream in Russian. I grabbed my checkbook and wrote out the check for $15,000 for the breeder, and finished signing preliminary papers. The rest I would sign once he passed Josh’s inspection at the docks. To this day I was still calling the new boy “the stallion” because I couldn’t understand the Russian words used on his papers. I would have to remember to ask his handler for the English version.

The clock struck 10:30am and I started expecting Jules to arrive any minute. I called over to Josh and let him know to get ready for the outing and gave a few last minute instructions to the head stable hands about what needed to be done in my absence before heading over to check the hook up on the trailer to the truck we used to tow it.

Not long after Josh got to the truck and we packed our necessities into it, Jules pulled up and parked.
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The Arrival of Sahra…

I leaned back in the chair I was sitting on in my office at Kingswood, and heaved a sigh of exasperation. We had just gotten in a few more horses from the Arabian sales and I was having trouble finding stalls for them to stay in where they would stop trying to fight their companions in the neighboring stalls. The whole thing was getting out of hand. Sweeping the hair that had escaped my ties back into a ponytail I got up and tried to bring some sort of order to my desk. A loud ring sounded from somewhere deep in the pile of paperwork and I recognized it to be tone of my cellphone alerting me to yet another matter to deal with. Rummaging through them quickly, I spotted the cell and answered quickly.

“This is Mandy, how can I help you?” The voice on the other line was Josh’s, the on-site vet located in the between the stallion and the mare barns.

“Hey boss lady! I was wondering if you had a moment to come over here and take a look at the latest x-ray for that rescue you brought in. I wanted to get your opinion on them and talk to you about a call I just got about him,” he said, sounding pleased with himself and uncharacteristically cocky.

I took a peek at my watch and saw that I had some time before I had to bring in the dogs from the pasture and let the second round out, “Sure, I will be there in just a sec. Let me just make this desk look presentable and I will head over.” We hung up the phone and I stacked the papers I had scattered everywhere into a neat pile, closed the top of the laptop and put away some stray horse records that were sitting around. I wasn’t usually this messy and cluttered, but there were so many things going on that it was hard not to be when I kept being called away every ten minutes.

Outside you could see the clear skies and warm breeze passing over the property, and the sun rising to its zenith. I smiled, loving the way the sun felt on my skin after being in a temperature controlled barn for most of the day. The walk to the vet’s office was short, and when I opened the door I was greeted by the crisp and clean smell associated with them, and the after tone of a men’s cologne which I took to be Josh’s. Raising my voice I called out, “Hello? Josh? You around?” I could hear footsteps as he made his way to the front of the office and smiled at him warmly. “What is it you are sooo pleased with yourself about, mister?” I asked playfully.

“This!” he exclaimed excitedly, “Look! This little man is healing up fabulously! See here, where the bone was cracked just below the knee? The break is fusing without the need for pins and Minion can go back to his duties as your lawnmower any time!” The huge grin on his face was infectious as he gestured wildly at the x-ray, taken about a month ago of the zebra that Kingswood was fostering for rehab with Josh. He was extremely excited that his first exotic animal rehab was going well.

“That’s fabulous Josh! I am so happy for you! The horses like having Minion with them at shows; he seems to be a good calming effect on them.” I smiled enthusiastically, “What was the call you got about him?”

Josh put down the x-ray and looked at me seriously. “Minion can’t be rehomed. They can’t find a zoo that will take him, and he can’t be released to the wild since he was raised in captivity. The foster center wants to know if you want to adopt him.”
The news surprised me, I had not expected the offer from the wildlife society when I had agreed to let Josh treat him at Kingswood, and foster him for his recovery. Minion was a fantastic little guy, and the horses loved him. Not only was he great at keeping them calm at busy shows. He had never once been a problem around the farm, and having the vet on hand to handle any issues would always come in handy. “You know what, yeah. Have them send over the papers. I will officially adopt him. Or… hey Josh? Do you want to adopt him and keep him here? It’s clear that you adore him.”

The look on his face was definitely worth the offer. It lit up and I had never seen him happier. “Boss you are amazing! I would love to adopt him! Thank you so much!” Josh flung himself at me and, in an uncharacteristic move, picked me up and hugged me. He squeezed me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.

“Okay, okay I get that you’re happy! Now can you put me down before you break my ribs?” I gasped. He put me down and I straightened my clothes before adding, “Anyway, let me know when the adoption is official, so I can change the information for him in the computer. I can’t wait to see your name on the papers.” I smiled. His happiness was infectious.
Not long after I left the vet office, I noticed a trailer pulling into the cul-de-sac driveway and parking. Hurrying to the truck I looked to see who was showing up. It was Maria, which meant she was bringing the Arabian mare I had bought from her, Sahra, to her new home. I welcomed Maria and went to the back of the trailer and unlatched the door.

The flighty mare snorted and pranced in the trailer, unsure of the person who was standing by the doors. I went to her head and patted her, letting her calm down before attempting to lead her from the trailer. Once she was calm, I backed her out of the trailer with no problems and handed her lead to a stable hand that come out to help while I was inside with Sahra. I stood back and admired her. She was a 14.3hh Chestnut Rabicano. Her face was perfectly dished and she had amazing conformation. I was already in love. She turned her head to me and nuzzled my pockets in search of any horse treats I might have on me. She was amazing.
Sahra had been purchased to compete in English discipline, but I had no idea what event she would be a part of. It was a toss-up between Dressage and Three Phase. The choice would be made when I first rode her and experienced her gaits. If she proved herself in the show ring she would eventually carry our star Arab, Aseyr’s foal. With Jeshua, Golden Sky, Amir and Majid Badia in that foals lineage it was sure to be amazing.

It was going to be a big year for Kingswood, and I couldn’t wait to see how we fared in the show ring!
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Lazy Day at Kingswood…

So far, it was just another year at Kingswood for Mandy, who was walking around the property admiring the beautiful horses that were enjoying the weather they were having. They had just acquired some new eventing and dressage stock along with the other studs that were being managed by people Mandy had hired for showing them.

Making her way through the main barn, patting all the horses, made her way to Aseyr’s stall – the Arabian horse she had just entered for nomination in the Future Up and Comers award. She reached his stall and he hung his elegant head over the stall door and nickered a greeting to her. He had just swept the arena in his first show, coming out with three first place ribbons and a second place to round out the day. His bloodlines were imppecable and Mandy reveled in the good fortune that had befallen her and allowed her to breed such a wonderful stallion.

Mandy grabbed the brushes sitting outside his stall and unlatched the door to his stall. Aseyr moved back away from the door and allowed her to enter his domain, perching himself in front of the hay net so he could munch on it while she groomed him. His hide was warm and silky from enjoying the sunshine that shown through the stall door. She leaned against his neck and brushed his side, enjoying the sounds the horses body made when he ate. Aseyr turned his head and nuzzled her shoulder, loving the bonding as much as she did. Mandy brushed him until he gleamed with health and shined like bronze. Picking up the hoof pick, she moved to his side and he automatically lifted his hoof before being asked. Finishing his hooves, she gathered her tools and patted him on his side before opening the door and letting herself out.

Replacing the tools that she used on Aseyr and putting them back in the storage trunk that held his things, Mandy moved down a few stalls to where she had decided to stable Adept, the Eventing SWB stud she had bred for competition in the new year. She got out his grooming supplies and cleaned him up, it looked like he had had a lovely roll in the mud at one point. Once she had finished him, she grabbed his halter and led him out to one of the stud pastures and let him loose to graze.

Mandy inspected the stable, walking around and making sure everything was where it was supposed to be and feeling slightly out of place because everything was already done for the first part of the day. She and the employees of Kingswood had had a meeting about their new year resolutions for 2011 and one of them was to be more efficient around the property. Her huge To-Do list was gone, the hands had taken the work they had posted on it themselves and even the fence was being mended in the few places where it had needed it.

She made her way to the kennel property to check on the dogs and how everyone there was doing. After poking her head in on the kennels she noticed that many of the dogs had been turned out into the canine pasture to have fun. Miscreant was out among them, since her puppies were now old enough to get along for awhile without her there all the time. She could be seen cavorting with the other bitches and enjoying the sun just like the horses were.

Mandy grabbed a pressure hose and a scrub broom and went to clean the kennels out, a job that still needed done apparently. Getting the chores done was top priority before she celebration party that was a little late for the new year. She had invited all her friends over to have some fun and take over the lounge, not to mention to pig out on munchy food and soda.

She started cleaning the kennels and her day dreams started about the party that night…
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Kingswood Gets Technical

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