MY PERFECT LITTLE HERD
DAVID MEDCALF PULLED ON HIS JODPHURS TO TALK TO RENOWNED WICKLOW HORSE BREEDER SUZANNE ACRES – ONLY TO FIND THAT THERE WAS NO CHANCE WHATEVER OF SADDLING UP ANY OF THE SPECIAL HORSES AT BALLYKEPPOGUE STUD
ON THE WALL in the hallway of the Acres home near Wicklow Town is a large, framed photograph of a fine black horse. The picture was taken from the side, with nothing in the background to distract the viewer from this magnificentt animal with its glossy coat. Here, surely, is a steed fit for a king, or at least fit for the rigours of the hunt, or maybe a clear round in the ring at the RDS.
But no, the horse in the picture is actually far too small to carry anyone but a very small child on its well-bred back. He is scarcely bigger than a Saint Bernard dog, though his conformation mayy be equine perfection.
The subject of the photo is one of 30 miniature horses in the fields and stables at Ballykeppogue.
The shoulders of most of these Lilliputian equines scarcely reach the belly button of the average human. In charge of the breeding and showing these remarkable specimens is Suzanne Acres, who is dedicated to the task.
‘They are completely different to Shetlands, which are miniature ponies,’ she explains. ‘These are proper scaled down horses.’
Welcome to the world of miniature horses, a world with its own pedigree lines and its own network of shows.
The Ballykeppogue Stud is well known throughout this specialised, pint-sized universe, with countless rosettes and trophies to prove it.
The members of Suzanne’s string come in many colours, from many backgrounds, with nothing obvious in common but their small scale.
‘We are all about quality,’ claims the young woman in charge, giving her mission statement. ‘Our objective is to make the most perfect miniature horse, regardless of registration.’
The bland formal words cannot disguise her sheer whole-hearted enthusiasm she brings to the task she has set herself.
She loves her miniatures, all of which have names and all of which come to greet her as she walks through the fields and the stable yard.
On a tour of the premises, she introduces some of them to the visitor from the newspaper.
Here, for example is Rocky, his beautiful golden hide fringed with black mane and tail to create an eye-catching sight.
The stallion’s correct full name is Lucky Legends Couragio Rockstar, blessed with Argentinian genes and United States breeding.
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Suzanne insists that she is not obsessed with pedigigree as she pursues her holy grail of perfection in size and shape.
Her conversation is peppered with referencesreference to Shetland American (altogether different from the ponies, apparently), Welsh stock and hackneys from which she seeks to produce the perfect cross. She is happy surrounded by animals. As well as the horses, she and her father George have room for a couple of donkeys and a small collection of Lleyn sheep.
Then there are the dogs – JJ and fluffy puppy Penny – as well as the hens which provide eggs for sale to passers-by.
Unfortunately, the supply of duck eggs dried up recently when a passing fox decimated the flock.
Twenty-five-year-old Suzanne Acres says her own breeding is very much Wicklow. Her love of fresh air may be traced back to spending much of her girlhood on The Murrough, that great stretch of seaside stones which runs north from the town. She graduated from the Dominican secondary school to take a place on an accountancy course at college in Bray.
The notion of spending the days balancing figures rather than mixing blood lines now seems slightly surreal and she almost shudders at the thought. She moved the few miles inland with her father to Ballykeppogue ten years ago to what was supposed to be his retirement place.
As it has turned out, George is not really the retiring kind and he has taken a full and encouraging part in the stud enterprise on the 11 acres of the Acres smallholding.
He has also turned out to be a dab hand at driving, with a seat on board a gig behind a small horse.
‘We started out with two pet donkeys,’ recalls his daughter. ‘I had always loved horses but we never had room for them before and I never got around to riding horses.’
The first of the miniatures were a pair called Molly and Charlie, who combined to produce a beautiful bay foal called Dodger in 2009.
His owners were so delighted with him that, when they heard there was a show for miniature horses in Gorey, they drove down to the County Wexford.
She confesses that they had no real idea what they were doing but Dodger nevertheless collected the runner’s up rosette in his class while a passion was born in his owners.
They improved their presentation skills and their prized pet won countless championships the following year as they hit the road for venues such as Athlone, Clonmel and Tullamore, as well
Suzanne with Archie.