Davies Quarter Horses

Running Two

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Fort Collins, Colorado

Horses

Welcome to our Horses' Page

All of these horses we have raised, owned, or they have touched our lives in some way or another. Many have "gone on"to be excellent, competitive horses for others. We have a number of "future champions" on the Davies Quarter Horse Ranch.


Denny hazing for Vaughn Cook Denny hazing for Dane White Jack Mitchell on Julie
Denny on "Horse" hazing for Vaughn Cook on "Brownie". Denny on "Horse" hazing for Dane White on "Brownie". Jack Mitchell on "Julie."

Gene Miller on Goldy Denny on Flame Kelli Lohse on Pake
Gene Miller on "Goldy". Denny on "Flame". Kelli Lohse on "Pake".

Twistin, Landin and colts
Twistin, Landin and their colts.

Blazin, two days old Landin and Tiz-whiz Chisocm
Blazin, two days old. Landin and Tiz Whiz. Chisolm, one week old.

Taz as a colt Twistin and Taz Tiz-whiz
Taz, one week old. Twistin and Taz. Tiz Wiz, one week old.

Sly Merlue and Taz Tecalote
Foxy's colt, Sly. Merlue and Taz. Tecalote, two days old.

Merlue and Tiz Wiz Tecalote Tiz Wiz
Merlue and Tiz Wiz. Tecalote. Tiz Wiz.

Johm Jenkins and Tuff
John Jenkins and "Tuff", roping and barrels (sold).

Denny on Rough Lil Hadley Hale on Filly-Folly
Denny on Ruff, roping (sold). Lil, barrel prospect. Hadley Hale on Filly-Folly, barrels (sold).
Denny on Tug Foxy Hadley Hale on Tuff.
Denny on Tug. Foxy, champion calf horse (sold). Hadley on Tuff, roping and barrels (sold).

Lil' Twistin-Twistin Okie Pake
Lil' Twist, calf horse. Oakie, calf horse (sold). Pake, calf and breakaway horse (sold).

Ruff Taz
Ruff, rope horse (sold). Taz.

Why God Gives Us Horses - And Takes Them Away Again

God gives us horses and compels some of us to love them. Yet why does the horse, an animal with such a big heart, live such a short life?

Perhaps it's because if our horses lived any longer, we wouldn't be able to bear losing them. Or, perhaps it's because God wants to jump.

Perhaps God looks down on the fine horses we raise and decides when it's His turn to ride. He gives us a few good years to care for and learn from them, but when the time is right; it's up to us to see them off gracefully. OK, perhaps not gracefully. Blowing into a Kleenex is rarely graceful. But we can be grateful.

To have a horse in your life is a gift. In the matter of a few short years, a horse can teach a girl courage, if she chooses to grab mane and hang on for dear life.

Even the smallest of ponies is mightier than the tallest of girls. To conquer the fear of falling off, having one's toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a horse show is an admirable feat for any child.

For that, we can be grateful.

Horses teach us responsibility. Unlike a bicycle - or a computer - a horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty and smelly and up off the couch. Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen to break the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose responsibility. When our horses dip their noses and drink heartily, we know we've made the right choice.

Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science. Some are easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of hay, and a trough of clean water. Others will test you - you'll struggle to keep them from being too fat or too thin. You'll have their feet shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing. Some are so accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to injure themselves.

If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of us have to squeeze riding into our over saturated schedules; balancing our need for things equine with those of our households and employers. There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like. Hours in the barn are stolen pleasures.

If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them. Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears. A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: a warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular meals.... Some of us need these reminders.

When you step back, it's not just about horses - it's about love, life, and learning. On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness. That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, case of colic, or a decision to sustain a life or end it gently. As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us. When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow. We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed. Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder...absolute union. We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give.

To those outside our circle, it must seem strange. To see us in our muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts? We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes. Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields of battle.

Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made and challenges met. The best of horses rise to the challenges we set before them asking little in return. Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart. Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness. We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.

In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses or our horses to us. Does it matter? We're grateful God loaned us the horse in the first place.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

-Contributed by Sandy Miller

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