Fair Sir, 1978 Kuhaylan Hayfi stallion at Craver Farms
I really like this small photo of the Kuhaylan Haifi stallion Fair Sair (Sir x Lady Fair by Tripoli), whom I saw at Alice Martin’s in 2005. I find him very reminiscent of his grandson Aurene CF (Triermain CF x Aureole by Fair Sir), who is at Pamela Klein’s.
Fair Sir was a striking individual and one of only three Sir sons, along with Lysander and Sir Marchen, to stand at Craver Farms. I first saw Fair Sir as a yearling and last saw him at age 23, although he lived to be 30. I was at Craver Farms the night his first foal, Truly Fair CF, was born. Charles Craver and I had moved Decibel into the foaling stall earlier that afternoon, we all went into town for dinner, and then Jeanne and I rushed back to the farm to check on Decibel while Charles attended to another errand. We found a glamorous chestnut filly, and when Charles arrived shortly afterward he looked at her and commented, “Well, this doesn’t leave any doubt about how to breed Dixie Cup,” who produced her own Fair Sir filly (Marigold CF) the next year.
Fair Sir was the product of a full brother-sister mating, and was inbred further when he sired a filly, Fairy Tale CF, out of his own dam. I have a Fairy Tale CF daughter here, Periwinkle CF, who is one of the best trail horses I’ve ever owned.
Fair Sir was a successful sire of broodmares, a total of seven of them, but only three colts, and only one of these, Mi Majest Prince, ever had a chance at stud. I’m hoping to get some more breeding done with Prince. I have two Fair Sir granddaughters here and a great grandson, as well as Fair Sir’s full blood sister Fair Naomi UF (Janan Abinoam x Lady Fair). I value the Fair Sir blood highly.
Thank you for this commentary RJ. I was struck by him when I saw him in 2005. Do you envision to register Mi Majest Prince for shipped semen?
What a wonderful expression of movement!
R.J. as always, your thoughtful words are a spell cast upon
the thinking.
Thanks for the posting, JMH
I should add that living with Mi Majest Prince is a pleasure. He’s unshakably convinced that his living situation in the back yard is a dire mistake, and that eventually I will come to my senses and invite him inside. Meanwhile, any attention offered, he laps up, and any peculiar requests made (hold my feet up for the farrier?!) are graciously attended to.