Smokey, all legs.
Here's mom (looks like she's got another bun in the oven):
Rochaven Faith
Couldn't find a pix of dad. (LOOK! Fantasyk Voyage found it for me! Thanks!!!)
and the description fits Smokey's nature: Stormy passes along his gentle disposition and willing attitude, as well as large expressive eyes to his foals.
and the description fits Smokey's nature: Stormy passes along his gentle disposition and willing attitude, as well as large expressive eyes to his foals.
And this is a photo I took of him when he was in for training back as a 3 year old.

The first day I met Smokey, summer of 2009
I plan on calling them once I get the paper's transfered.
One thing for sure - he's no baby now. He has been moved into Lily's paddock and she's in MAJOR heat and he's... willing to make a darn impressive effort. Apparently he's unaware of the whole GELDING thing.
I believe this makes Lily a "cougar." If you don't know what that means, consider yourself lucky.
Even with the distraction of a mare in heat teasing the heck out of him, Smokey (aka Rochaven Smokey Mountain) rode wonderfully.
I finally found my balance at the canter on Lily, stopped leaning forward and even managed to lose the chicken wings. And once again I felt that bubble of laughter at the canter.
I rode with joy, joy to be with both horses.
Life is good.