This is our beautiful new filly, O Firefly. She doesn't run. She flies.
Her papa is Old Topper, and she is a feisty tall gal. Recently turned three, she'll grow into her frame, we hope, and then show everybody up here in Northern California.
We brought her carrots this morning, and she's calmer than she was last Friday after the race we claimed her out of. True, she's still a bit twitchy, but we've always had a weakness for twitchy girls. (Actually, that last bit is my partner talking.)
UPDATE: Oh, I forgot. If anyone cares, that's Russell Baze up.