Happy memories, stored deep in the heart of her three-year-old self. She smiles as she remembers her kind and gentle horse, Daisy, and recalls how she, as just a squirt of a girl, sat so proudly on the back of her big chestnut, Thoroughbred mare.
And she remembers her heartbreak when her injured father announced he’d sold the chestnut she-devil that had pitched him to the unyielding turf.
Sometimes life is merciful. Sometimes it allows our desperate need for a horse to abate to a slumber. So it was with Judy Aldrich. She moved on. She started and finished school, began her career with an airline, and got married. Life was good. A long-anticipated move to the country was finally a reality.
Of course, that’s when the inevitable happened. Her new neighbor's playful colt poked the sleeping giant. Judy’s journey down a long, fulfilling trail began with Red Cloud, a sorrel colt bred for cutting.
For years Judy rode and competed, and along the way she discovered her true love; breeding and raising cutting horses. She studied bloodlines and researched performance records. She tested her knowledge every time she selected a stallion for one of her broodmares. Could she produce a better athlete, a horse with a good mind, sound body, and the heart to perform?
With their soulful wide-eyed gaze, playful antics, and spunky curiosity, foals are the embodiment of our hopes and dreams. They remind us of all that is good in our world; all that is possible.
As the office manager of the Brazos Valley Equine Hospital in Salado, Texas, Judy Aldrich expedites dreams with each shipment of promising, powerful, athletic semen to discerning horse owners waiting to liberate their own dreams.