Just like “code is poetry” to the WordPress blogging community, to me the way sires and dams, strains and names, tail males and tail females combine to make a pedigree come to life feels like the rhymes and rythm of verses in a poem. Bad pedigrees are like bad poems, I cannot read them without cringing. A good pedigree on the other hand is something I can gaze at for hours, marveling at the delicate craftsmanship and genius — sometimes unintentional — behing them. Look at this one for instance, or this one, or this one: can you hear them speaking to you?
Below, my favorite poem, from Rimbaud
How wonderful to find the first link in this post lead to “ole Danny” (ZFidl Fadl)! What a wonderful gentleman he was. A horse that was purchased at an auction for a riding horse, the plan being to geld him. He remained intact due to his excellent disposition that bought him “room & board” at more than one boarding stable. He did it all, worked cattle, dressage, trail riding, polo and sired the best colt I ever had!