Ok, a symbol that I highly value for this fella. This gelding is a Sorrel Chestnut with Bend Or spots and two Socks. His colours are Red and Blue (close to RGB) and his symbol is that of the Eagle. This symbol represents Majesty and Nobility.
Spiritstar3 wrote:Username: Spiritstar3
Show Name: The Noble Eye
Barn Name: Copper
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Gelding (3 breedings max.)
Breed: Draft x Tennessee Walking Horse
Colouration: Sorrel Chestnut
Personality: Copper is a true trooper, and a lover of all things right and just. He is fair and courteous, prone to being so kind that sometimes he can get hurt by it. He is noble beyond measure and loves to play with the foals.
History: So, Copper was born on a small farm in upstate New York, where his parents were used as working horses, his Draft father plowing the fields, and his mother was a therapy horse as well as retired show horse. He was raised on the farm, and he would have returned to the earth on the farm, but he decided to seek big adventures and got lost. A woman found him and brought him home with her, she had been visiting New York but lived in Pennsylvania. Yes, that's basically horse napping, but with so many other horses, the people of the farm didn't notice. This woman traveled to Ohio each year for the Renaissance Fair, and her son would ride one of their jousting 'knight' type horses, a different one each year. So, the Sorrel Chestnut was the one to be ridden that year, to show what he had as a kind of trial period. The woman was planning on giving the horse to a good family, one she saw she could trust. A young girl happened to -finally- be able to go with her father to the Fair there, and she wanted to ride Copper. She had experience, and rode him like a dream. And next thing ya know, he was going home with them, the girl thanking the woman and her son, and then first thing once back home was she riding Copper around their land. He loves it here, with all the open space and green grass.
What makes him noble?: What makes Copper noble, you might wonder? Well, picture this: It's a cold winter night, not long after Christmas, when all the holiday excitement and cheer has died down a bit. Everyone or, at least, all the children, are in their beds tucked in all nice and cozy and warm. Not a peep is heard, and then reddish ears perk up as a tiny and very lost sounding voice calls through the driving wind and drifting snow "Help, help!" A dog can be heard barking just an octave louder, and only the young gelding has heard the cry. And so he, with a bad habit that really must be taken care of, slides open his stall door and slips out, running pounding through the freezing snow drifts, following the cries and the barks, and soon he finds the little girl amongst some small trees, snow covering her and she seeming to be freezing there, her dog growing weaker as she is. The gelding gets her free, and then he drops to the ground, helping her and the dog to get aboard, then swiftly returning home. He allows them slide to the ground, then rears up and whinnies, and soon a door opens, yellow glow of light spilling out and illuminating the child and dog, and the young lady gasps as she covers her mouth. She then brings them inside and warms them up and all, finds the parents, sends them off with the parents, and goes out to Copper. And the young and heroic gelding gets an extra treat that night.
That's my Copper.
Other: He has a small radio hung from his one stall wall, because he enjoys bobbing his head and 'dancing' to the music.
