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Mittwoch, 17. Juni 2009

Extinct race, "longhorse" reall or not reall?





























 
If you flip through old photos, you might be lucky enough to run into this now-extinct "long horse". It was strong, handsome and could carry up to four people at one time but, because of overwork, the horses tended to die young and, to put it bluntly, the population was eventually used to death.
The long horse extinct because he was getting  weaker at his spines, so they couldn't do their job very well!
So, they stopt breeding of this friendly big creature!
 
Long horses were introduced to Bali by the Europeans in the 16th century. When the Balinese first saw the long horses, walking out onto the beaches, they fell on their faces, trembling. Of the event, it was written by the Dutch explorer, Cornelis de Houtman:"The beasts are noble, powerful, and yet humble. To the natives, the long horses are as Gods and the Balinese worship them as such."

Even today, in Bali, there remains an undercurrent of worship and remembrance of the long horse. The sacred tree, known as Our Long Horse of Temoekoes (first noticed on June 17th, 1993) is a perfect example of this. The tree is "set apart" by a 2' high mark in the shape of a long horse. And even though your average Balinese would deny the belief of such a thing, thousands of pilgrims have continued to flock to the site, ever since it first appeared, to pray for miracles and healing.

Lord Marbury, the one time owner of his noble long horse thoroughbred.
Showed this portrait of jockey P.J. Tarley, sitting astride "Longbody Lightning.
LORD Marbury owned Longbody and, for a short time, while it was fashionable, Longbody was known as "The long horse that almost won the Derby."

"Longbody" was one of the last known long horses around. And he would have won, if he had raced. Instead, he was disqualified. At the last minute, there was an important "new rule" regarding length of flank; Longbody obviously exceeded legal measurements.

There are allot of discussions about the "longhorses" if they really existed or not?
But some pictures are the prove that they existed? ( old pictures )
There are pictures changed with photoshop ( not posted in here),but you can see clear that they are fake, but the old pictures are believable!

Take, for example, the urn, dating from 1400 - 1370 B.C.. it virtually proves that long horses were used in chariot races.
And the longhorse "totem" in the photo.
But also, they have at the National museum in Hautives, France, a "longhorse" skeleton!

In the most of the old pictures, you can see, that they were used, by military and parades, to warship them!

I tried to find more about this extinct race, but I can't find much more about it!
They try to banned the "long horse" from the world, because it was a mistake to create, a horse like this!

But in allot of historical pictures, drawings and story's, they turn up!

In the Netherlands for example there is a children's book, called "puk van de petteflat" the longhorse appears in the story!

It's amazing if they existed, but also strange that they slowly disappear from the world,because they were a mistake!
Who knows????


Okay, I found also a Lipizzaner "longhorse" ;-) :-) funny to see, but I think, this is a example of photoshop, even when they say: it is a real picture!

I think the best way to figure it out, if this lipizzaner was for real, is to ask "Andreas"??? maybe he/you know(s), or can recognize the picture?
The picture is taken at the year 1925, if I/we have to believe the story!

On the old pictures they did research, but there are still big ??????? about the lipizzaner? and the picture from "French army sous-leutenant, jean Gaymard,1938 ".

I only passed the subject "longhorses" and it became a challenge to find the truth, but for days I am searching, with still big ???



 

Montag, 15. Juni 2009

The longest manes ever. Amazing !!!


It's always a dream to have long manes with certain horses.
We try to maintain them on the right way, to get them as long as possible.
Some put all kind of oil inside the manes to make them grow.
The most of the horses are having braids all the time, to protect the hair from braking and dirt. There is also a story if you wash the manes with your boiled potato water, they will grow faster.

In Spain, they shave all the mane and tail hair off when they are 5 months old.
They say, when all the baby hair is removed,  the new hair can grow, because the baby hair slows down the growing process of the new hair. And after that, it's having the space to grow long, in a great amount of manes. Ok,if you think about it, it could be true, but also between the Andalusian horses are horses with barely no manes.

Believe me, the first time when they shaved the manes and tail from the foals,I was, OW MY GOD!!! What are they doing! I really thought they had brain damage or we're crazy!But after seeing the result :-) I shave my foals also when they are 5 months. It looks really weird, no manes and tail hair. But I got to tell you, it grows different than foals without shaving!


But I think, all kind of horses, have their own genetic way. to have long manes or short.
Some horses they will have 3 peaces of hair on their forehead for the rest of their life, even if you keep looking at it, to believe it will grow! And I have seen horses with manes, that grows every day!

I love long manes! I always say to a horse with extremely long manes, wow, look at his wig :-)

  
But it always interest me, how they grow that long? Or the maintaining of the manes.


There is a legend of wild horses in Oregon with exceptionally long manes and tails. Eventually, some of these horses were captured and bred as circus horses. The wild population died out long ago and the captive bred horse lineage also seems to be been lost. Back in the 1880s though, these horses were a popular side show and circus attraction that made a lot of money for their owners. The most famous of the long haired horses was “Linus”

“In the early history of Oregon traditions of a herd of magnificent wild horses that roamed at will over her mountains and valleys were told the settlers, and, like many other tales of like character, seemed beyond belief. It was said this herd was led by an enormous chestnut stallion, whose mane and tail were so abundant and of such length as to almost envelop the entire animal in a wealth of flowing hair. For years this" Wild King of Oregon Wonder Horses" roamed over the country, ever alert to stampede his followers and flee with almost the rapidity of the wind at the approach of a human being. So subtile was this wild leader of his race that it was only at rare intervals that the best hunters were able to even secure at a distance a glimpse of these marvelous equines. Frequent hunts were inaugurated by those who had heard of the surpassing beauty of these horses for the purpose of capturing them to be placed in subjection and used for improving the breeding of the settlers' horses; but, though all the advantage that the intelligent hunter could command was brought to bear, added to which were large rewards for the capture of the magnificent leader, or some representative member of the herd, for years the intuitive cunning of this remarkably intelligent horse rendered his capture, or that of his followers, impossible, though for some unaccountable reason there was no apparent increase in the herd, which was later accounted for, as this wild king would brook no rival, and killed every male born to his equine harem.

Surrounded by his bevy of beautiful mares, who, like him, possessed in a marked degree the hirsute adornments that caused the settlers to seek their capture, this" uncrowned king" of the Pacific Slope continued to evade civilization until his demise, leaving sixteen beautiful mares to mourn their lifelong protector, but with apparently no means of perpetuating the race. Many, in fact most, of these mares were aged, for they, too, had followed the footsteps of their leader and fought among themselves for supremacy to such an extent that only such rivals as were imbued by nature with extraordinary powers of endurance were enabled to rear their female young; and possibly none would have survived but for the probable interference of the "wild old king," who saw in this bitter war of extermination the loss of opportunity to surround himself with the choicest of equine beauty, and so in a few instances must have insisted on allowing some "to live. At all events, of the sixteen mares but one was ever captured that was possible to breed, and she possessed extraordinary powers for perpetuating the peculiarities of her race, for, as shown in the second, third and fourth descent, all the leading characteristics of this marvelous mare are not only found, but in each instance strengthened and increased by careful breeding, so that now the "Oregon Wonder Horses" have become in captivity what they were in their wild state, a distinct and beautiful breed, exhibiting to a high degree the intelligence that enabled them to retain their liberty for so many years while pursued and eagerly hunted by the most famed scouts, cowboys and hunters the great West could command.

The capture of "Oregon Queen," the youngest surviving mare of the wild herd, was hailed with pleasure by those interested in improving the breeding of horses, both in Oregon and the entire Pacific Coast (for their fame was widespread), and when it became known that the "Queen" was to bear a foal by the old leader of the herd, offers of fabulously large amounts were made in advance of its birth for the offspring; but all were refused by Messrs. Rutherford, who had, by early purchase from the captors, secured the much-coveted prize.

In the early spring of 1870 "Oregon Queen" became the dam of "Oregon Beauty," the first of the Wonder Horses born in captivity. This filly was treated with the utmost care, and soon developed into a marvel of beauty (hence her name); and when five years old, and after the birth of her first colt (Linus), was placed on exhibition, and proved one of the greatest drawing cards for fairs and museums ever known, until her death at Coney Island, where she was killed by lightning in the summer of 1887. Happily Linus, her son, who not only resembled his dam, but possessed even a greater development of tail and mane, was able to succeed her as one of the most attractive exhibition animals ever placed before the public
Linus II showing his double mane and long tail

Linus was sold in 1890 to Messrs. Eaton Brothers, of Boston, for $30,000, and proved a splendid paying exhibition property for several years, so much so that $60,000 was refused for him by his owners, who retained possession of him until his death in 1894.

In the meantime, by careful and judicious breeding extending over a period of twenty-five years from the capture of the first mare, the Messrs. Rutherford have succeeded in establishing this breed of "Wonder Horses" on a secure foundation; and, though guarding with utmost jealousy all the progeny, they carefully continued their line of breeding until they possess to-day absolute control of a distinct breed of horses, the like of which has never been seen in all the world, nor will it ever be reproduced, since the wild origin is now extinct.

The" Wonder Horses" of Oregon are remarkable for the great growth of hair in mane and tail, which for length and thickness is not equaled in the world; and since these horses have been bred in captivity this growth of beautiful silken hair has increased with each generation, as will be seen from a comparison of the photographs contained herein. The wonderful endurance and intelligence of this breed of equines is at once apparent to anyone familiar with horses; and now that all trace of the wild nature has bowed to the gentle care and treatment meted out to these animals, they exhibit the utmost gentleness and court the attention of those who come near them. Another remarkable characteristic of this truly wonderful breed of horses is their color, all of them being rich chestnuts, which goes far to prove them a distinct breed, able, by reason of their thoroughbred origin, to perpetuate their blood from generation to generation.' No doubt the "Oregon Wonder Horses" are the truest descendants of the first horses brought to America by Cortez, the conqueror of Mexico. Probably some' escaped at that early period and established this breed hundreds of years ago remaining wild and uncaptured.

Linus II. is pronounced by eminent horsemen as the most perfect type of equine beauty in the world, and his proud bearing adds much to his natural grandeur, for he carries himself as a worthy successor of his wild old ancestor, the King of Oregon Wonder Horses, in whose place he now stands as leader of his race.”

It's amazing I think, at the age of 8 years old to have such manes on each side and a  forelock like that, and than we will not speak about the tail ;-) :-)

The chestnuts on the pictures are the stallions Linus I and Linus II




Mittwoch, 10. Juni 2009

Bloody Shoulder Arabs




Some "bloody shoulder Arabians" and the legend surrounding them. :-)


Once upon a time many years ago in the desert of Arabia, there was a Bedouin warrior who owned a very special Arabian mare - a mare he rode into a battle and to whom he entrusted his life.

Theirs was a very special relationship, a bond of trust, love and mutual respect. Either would have given his life for the other. In fact, their bond of trust was so strong that the mare often "read her master's thoughts," doing exactly what he needed at exactly the right time , allowing them to win many battles and to be the envy of all the Bedouin tribes.

Years passed and one day in a fierce battle the master was severely wounded, falling across the neck and shoulder of his beloved war mare. Although her master was unconscious and she was miles from home, the mare carefully balanced him across her shoulder, carrying him toward home. She went for days without food or water to return her master to his family.

When the courageous mare finally arrived at the encampment, she was exhausted and weak, her master was dead. As the family carefully removed the master's body, they saw that the mares shoulder was heavily stained with his blood, leaving a distinct red mark on her shoulder.

Although they had lost their leader, the Bedouin family was eternally grateful to the mare for delivering his body from battle. They knew that the long journey had been very difficult for the courageous mare, and they were very concerned for her because she was heavily in foal.

Finally the time of her foaling arrived, and there was great concern for the cherished war mare. But when the long-awaited foal was born, he was healthy and vigorous and of exceptional quality. He also bore the identical "bloody shoulder" that his mother had from her master's blood.

It was then that the tribe realized that Allah had rewarded this mare and their tribe for their courage, loyalty and faith and that the bloody shoulder was a reminder of his favor.

Since that time, hundreds of years have passed, but once in a great while there is a mare of exceptional beauty, quality, and courage who foals a very special foal graced by God with the bloody shoulder. The Bedouins have continued to believe this is a sign of Allah's favor. Who are we to disagree?

Montag, 8. Juni 2009

A few more Centaurs


At the Village Blacksmith

Wilde Jagd




The Wilde Jagd (also known variously as Wild Hunt/Chase, Woden's Hunt, Herod's Hunt, Gabriel's Hounds, Cain's Hunt, the Devil's Dandy Dogs, and in North America Ghost Riders) was a folk myth prevalent in former times across Northern, Western and Central Europe. The fundamental premise in all instances is the same: a phantasmal group of huntsmen with the accoutrements of hunting, horses, hounds, etc., in mad pursuit across the skies or along the ground, or just above it.
Seeing the Wild Hunt was thought to presage some catastrophe such as war or plague, or at best the death of the one who witnessed it. Mortals getting in the path of or following the Hunt could be kidnapped and brought to the land of the dead. Even just hearing the sound of the Wilde Jagd was enough to cause madness or death.