This is HF Pearl’s Pearly-Dewdrops’ Drops, or, as I called her, “Dewps.”

Dewps was many firsts for our farm.

She was a Tennessee Walking Horse foaled from our mare, Pearl, who is also technically a Spotted Saddle Horse.  Her sire was a homozygous black, blue roan Tennessee Walking Horse named Jake.  We still own Pearl to this day and she is one of our forever, keeper horses.

Dewps was the first foal that we paid a stud fee for.

Dewps was the first foal born on our farm.

Dewps set into motion what would be the horse-naming convention for all horses to come after her.  She was the first one named after a song title by one of our favorite, somewhat obscure musical artists.

The days leading up to her birth, we were nervous wrecks with this being our first foal.  We had Pearl all set up in a birthing stall with an attached pasture for daytime turnout.  We religiously checked on her several times per day and PH tested her milk.  There were many sleepless nights.  Days turned into weeks.  She wore us down, and one evening after having no further signs of her progressing toward the finish line, we left her out in the pasture overnight.

To my surprise at morning feeding time, there Dewdrops was standing next to her momma.  Pearl, an experienced mare, had done it all by herself overnight in the pasture.  Dewps was quite the petite, little thing.

The first few hours with Dewps, she was a bit shy, but we showered her with attention, and it didn’t take her long to get over her reservations about humans.

She was a super sweet little filly and quite cute with her mop of a mane with light highlights at the ends.  As she aged, she was also very compliant in nature to anything new that we threw at her.  She was a great first foal for our farm.

She was sold, and as things happen sometimes, we found her for sale again later.  We purchased her back for double what we sold her for.

She must have gone through some things while she was away from us, and she was a force of chaos on our farm with our other horses when she returned, so she had to leave again after we had her for a bit.  We moved her on to an older gentleman that had had an older mare and gelding.  That mare had died recently, and he was searching for a companion for his heartbroken, well-aged gelding.  It was the perfect situation for his gelding and for her.  She had a whole lot less options for creating havoc there with that sweet, old gelding.