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NMAA Youth
Corner
By:
Liz Mero
The
Morab
We all know the
Morab - half Arabian, half Morgan. The best of both worlds.
I never particularly liked Morabs. But today, I met a Morab
I won’t soon forget.
Her name is Sazar’s Lucky Lady, aka
Lady. A cute bay, she stands a little over 14 hands high and
just turning 9 years old, with no white on her whole body.
She has the dishy Arab face, small Morgan ears, Arabian’s
slender neck, and a mix of Morgan and Arabian build. My
friend Sara used to own her, sold her to friends down the
road, and to make a long story short, she was getting her
back plus a sweet Welsh pony named Bug. Our dilemma, you may
ask? No horse trailer, and four miles of snowy road in
between the friends’ home and Sara’s house.
We bundled up quite well for our
little escapade, decked out in thick coats, snow pants,
hats, ear muffs, mittens, socks, everything made us look 20
pounds heavier. We started off at 10 AM down the long road
ahead.
Our first part of the adventure was
along a part of the road that had little to no tree
coverage, so for little under a quarter of a mile we dealt
with high winds and snow whipping on our face. Finally, we
came to a long stretch of nicely covered road. The snow
gently came down in big puffs, and after about an hour, we
decided to stop in a driveway and take a short break. After
about 5 minutes, we started off again. I figured before my
hands completely froze off, I would take some quick shots
while walking down the road. This is much harder than you
would think…

Left: “Lady” looking out
across a small, frozen pond.
Right: Sara walking “Bug.”
Well, needless
to say, there wasn’t much traffic, but the traffic that did
go by, for the most part slowed down to a crawl as it went
by. None of this phased Lady or Bug in the slightest, they
took it all in stride. As for the small portion that DIDN’T
slow down one bit, they would speed past us leaving us in a
cloud of snow. The roads were slick, but we found safety on
the shoulder of the road where there was just snow and dirt.
We finished the
trip in about 2 hours, put the horses in their own stalls
with luke warm water, hay, and warm beet pulp mixed with a
small scoop of oats. They both took big drinks of the water
and contentedly finished their beet pulp and munched on
their hay. They were happy and so were we, so we headed
inside for some rest, relaxation, and hot chocolate!!!
What makes me
forever have a soft spot for this Morab was the fact that
she never spooked, and she let me catch myself on her when I
almost slipped and fell…repeatedly. Whenever the pony would
be unsure of something, Lady would walk right past like an
old pro, not even batting an eyelash. She was so reliable
and friendly.
I guess there
is a little room in my heart for a certain 9 year old Morab
mare, a cute bay barely over 14 hands, named Lady.
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