Tomorrow would have been Vivian's 22nd birthday. Many people know "the boys" - Sirocc, Ozzy, and Josey - but not many people know Vivian. Deerhaven's Vivian is their mother. I found her for sale by chance many years ago, after looking for her on and off, and finally found her for sale with a 6 month old Ozzy at her side. We bought them immediately, but as we were in the process of looking at property to move, we left them 'boarded' with the people who had owned them. A few months later, we received a call that we needed to move them, so I made arrangements with a wonderful private hauler to go pick them up. He called me once he arrived in TN, asking if I had ever seen the horses in person. I told him I hadn't. I will never forget what he said next. "You will cry when you see them."
When the trailer pulled into the barn in FL, and I dropped the head door, there was no mistaking the chestnut mare. She had Sirocc's face, or rather, he has her face. I didn't cry when we off-loaded them off of the trailer, only because any pity or sorrow I had was smothered by anger. The horses we had been paying for food and farrier care for were both about a 1 on the body score. Vivian's toes were grown out three or four inches too long, like elf shoes, and one was cracked all the way up into the hair line, so that every time she took a step, it pulled open. An immediate call was placed to our farrier, who had to make an emergency trip out over the weekend to fix her. It took a specially built shoe with three clips to hold her foot together, so that she could comfortably walk. I did cry the first time we walked her into the barn. As soon as her feet hit the concrete aisle-way, and she and Sirocc laid eyes on each other, they whistled to each other. Sirocc danced in his stall. It was obvious they had instantly recognized each other.
After a few months getting some weight on her, we discovered that she had violent heat cycles. We had intended on breeding her down the road, but the decision was moved up, as she would throw herself against the concrete block stall walls and the wooden fences. She blessed as with a beautiful champagne colt, that was everything we asked for. Josey would be the last foal she would settle. After spending $3,500 trying to get her in foal again, we understood she was not meant to have another, and we retired her.
But, what do you do with a retired broodmare, who hates being stalled, and you have just moved to a new property with limited established pastures? We had promised Viv that we would always take care of her, and look out for her, and that she would never be sold again (she had been sold every two years after the time she was eight). We decided that the best way to do right by Vivian would be to find a friend willing to put her out to pasture for us. We moved her to a few different pastures through the years, were we could keep an eye on her, and she seemed happy.
One day last year, a few days before her birthday, my husband came home from work very upset. He said he had a terrible feeling that Vivian was going to die away from home. So, I made arrangements, and the day after her birthday, with Sirocc on the trailer for company, I brought her home. The barn erupted with screams and whistles as she walked down the hill to her paddock. The boys knew their momma was home. And, there was a new spark to her eye, when she got to go out to pasture with her new grandson, Franklin. The mares loved having Granny home too. They would drop the babies off for "day care" and go off in the field to graze. Vivian would stand guard over the sleeping foals for hours, and she loved every minute of it.Two months later, we had a severe thunderstorm. I can remember it clearly. The lightning was so bad that it reminded me of the old footage of the bombs going off during Dessert Storm. We brought the horses into the barn, but Viv was so upset from the storm that Rick had to stay in the stall with her. Once the storm had passed, and the radar looked clear, we turned her and her pasture buddy back out for the rest of the night. The next morning, I was getting into the truck to go to work, when I looked up to see Rick walking towards the truck. One look at his face, and I knew. Vivian was gone. We believe she had a heart attack. She is now buried under the flowering pear trees, looking towards the barn and the arena, where she can continue to keep watch over her boys.








