6974 Pearl Road - Eagle, Idaho 83616
208-863-8474 Sheila@DestinyArabians.com www.DestinyArabians.com
Destiny Arabians is owned by Sheila Harmon,
a breeder of fine Sheykh Obeyd, Straight Egyptian and Al Khamsa
show and performance horses.
The emphasis is on the Pritzlaff,
Babson and Doyle bloodlines.
These horses have been successful at show,
endurance, pleasure and working cattle.
Raised here in the high desert rangeland
of southwestern Idaho, the horses are
tough, sure-footed, and capable.
Emphasis has been placed
on the need for performance
athleticism coupled with tent personalities.
Destiny Arabians is doing limited breeding these days. There are a few individuals available for sale, or pick a mare and we will custom breed a foal for you.
Currently standing
DA Blue Moon
AHR#604864
Pure Egyptian - Sheykh Obeyd - Al Khamsa
$750/$375 with a One Year Live Foal Guarantee
Currently standing
Sundance LB Dan Baar
AHR#687724
2022 Chestnut
Straight Babson Egyptian - Sheykh Obeyd
Al Khamsa
$750/$375 with a One Year Live Foal Guarantee
(Photo of his Sire - photos coming in the Spring)
From the intersection of Eagle Road and State Street in downtown Eagle, Idaho take Eagle Road north into the foothills. (If you are coming from the freeway take Exit 46 off of I-84 and head north until you come to downtown Eagle.) From Beacon Light and Eagle Rd. it is 4.4 miles to the turn off for Aerie Lane. Shortly after crossing Beacon Light Road, the name of N. Eagle Road changes to Willow Creek Road. Pass Aerie Lane and continue on Willow Creek Road. From Aerie Lane it is 3.1 miles to the intersection of Willow Creek Road and Chaparral. Keep to the right and remain on Willow Creek Road. From the Chaparral intersection it is 1.6 miles to the Pearl Road/Willow Creek Road intersection. Keep right. At that point Willow Creek Road becomes Pearl Road. From there it is 1.7 miles to 6974 Pearl Road. The house is on the left side of the road and has a windmill in the front yard. See you all there! I am always delighted to see visitors, but I strongly recommend a call ahead to make sure someone will be there to greet you - it is a fair distance out to the ranch.
On August 7, 2006 I lost my senior stallion DB Destiny Moniet. Thank you to all who called, wrote and expressed condolences. We had 24 years together and he was a huge part of my life, my partner and friend. Someday I hope to be able to tell "Tim" stories without tearing up, but for now, I am playing with his sons and daughters and preparing to bring a next generation into this world.
He left a hole in my heart, and a beautiful legacy in my pastures.
Sheila Harmon
On November 12, 2003 we lost the mare Rabanna Moon at 25 years old. For several years she had been the constant companion to my senior stallion DB Destiny Moniet, known here on the ranch as Tim. A trip to the vet for one necessitated the need for both to go as they would not willingly be separated. She would fret and cry, as if she had lost a foal. He would bugle and challenge, looking for his missing lady. For all of our sakes, I caved in and kept them together. She produced her last foal, DA Blue Moon, in February of that year with Tim looking over the stall door to welcome their precious replacement. They lived as a family unit until weaning time. How was Tim to cope with a separation this permanent?
On the 13th I had friends come to my house to take me riding and try to nudge me out of the depression and grief I was swimming in. Tim was grieving as well, and so I opted to take both of us away from the house for awhile. It had been a while since I had ridden him. At 22 years old he was mostly retired and younger horses had taken over his duties. Today, we needed the time together. I told my friends it would be an easy toodle down the road as a concession to his age and mood.
As we started down the road he walked with a hesitant, old man gait. Not entirely steady, and not much drive. Occasionally he would stumble. Again I grieved. Would this be the last ride we would share? The girls I rode with slowed their horses to accommodate his slower pace. Due respect was given to his age and dignity. As we traveled and talked, his movement improved.
Eventually we came to the wash. This is a dry, winding, narrow, sandy bottomed stream bed for spring run off. Once spring has passed it is a favorite place for horseback riders to take their horses for a canter. As a young horse Tim had run the wash on many occasions. I paused at the entrance, planning to let my friends go while Tim and I walked back. Tim stopped, head raised and ears pricked. Looking up the wash and recognizing the area, remembering the speed and the run. I turned slightly in the saddle to ask my friends if they wanted to go run the wash. The old stallion beneath me quivered. At the word go, the years dropped away and you would swear someone had fired off a starter pistol. He launched himself into a run. Not a canter, nothing so civilized as collection, but a joyous, flat out, reach and bunch run. And I was with him, a perfect partnership of human and horse. We flung ourselves around corners, madly, gaily, joyfully. This was a ride of perfect trust and harmony. We flew, leaving our riding companions behind trying frantically to catch up. High speed, and high risk as well. What if we stumbled? No, there was no hesitation, no doubts and no holding back. For two miles we flew, leaving behind age and grief as we embraced our partnership and memories of previous runs, previous races. As the wash ended, we came back up to the road and waited, impatiently pawing the ground, for our companions to catch up. Tim danced home, bugling a challenge to the younger stallions as we returned to the yard.
Tim ended up with a new lady to live with and sired several more foals. Over the next three years, I continued to take Tim out for trail rides. We never again pushed the envelope as we did on that glorious day, but it will live in my memory as the perfect ride. Our final ride came in July of 2006. No one was allowed in front of him, he was the declared leader. He would walk beside another horse, as long as he was a nose ahead. We took friends out for a full moon trail ride and he danced home in the lead. Less than a month later he would be gone, leaving a hole in my heart, and a beautiful legacy in my pastures. He sired 63 foals. His progeny included 36 mares and 24 stallions. 29 qualified as Sheykh Obeyd, 37 as Al Khamsa, 19 as General List and 8 were Half-Arabians. He left his mark.
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Update Published 12-30-2023
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