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This is Lenas Fancy Footwork, we bought her mother in foal last year. She's out of a Bay Granddaughter of Doc Olena, by a Palomino Grandson of Peppy San Badger. We call her Daisy, all our rescue fillies last year got "flower names".


What color do you think she is?




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She does have white stockings in back, no white on her front legs.

Buckskin with the silver gene I'd say.

(I know it's wiki, but still..)
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Can_a_horse_with_Ee_and_cream_gene_and_silver_gene_and_agouti_look_like_a_palomino
"A horse that is Ee and has agouti is bay. If it has a cream gene it will lighten the horses coat and the resulting color is called buckskin. A silver gene only lightens black hair. It will lighten the mane, tail and legs SOME but usually not completely. It will look like a regular buckskin with "highlights." "

The palomino parent passed on it's cream gene, and since silver lightens dark hair, and palominos arent dark horses, it would be difficult to tell just by looking at one if they had the cream gene or not. The bay parent passed on it's black and agouti (aka bay) gene(s) so the resulting horse would be buckskin (with the cream gene).

I still think you should have named her Chimera.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chimera_(genetics)

Genetically, its imposible for her to be a dunalino unless her 'palomino' parent was a dunalino. But, since she has a dark mane, she isnt a dunalino. Her base color is bay, the base color of a red dun, palomino, and dunalino is chestnut. She doesnt have a dorsal stripe, or zebra markings, so she obviously doesnt carry the dun gene. What IS obvious is her base color is bay, which is lightend by the cream gene which makes her a buckskin. The white tail and bits on the mane, along with the lack of black points can come from the silver gene which lightens dark hairs. To sum it up:
Dilute gene- makes palominos, buckskins, and sooty blacks.
Dun gene- makes red duns, duns, and grullas
Silver gene- makes any color horse's mane lighter, and lightens black points
THIS is a dunalino, its basically a palomino with dorsal stripe/zebra markings. It has a chestnut base color.

If it had a bay base color, it would just look like a dun. ('yellow' body, black mane/tail, no lightening of black points).

We had her tested within a week of being born, because we didn't want to be pulling MY hair out! (So I pulled hers out, lol)

She's buckskin. With a LOT of frosting. She's Ee for black.

We had her tested at the lab in Florida...
http://www.animalgenetics.us/Equine.htm

Since I know she's Ee, I know she's buckskin. Her dam has high black stockings, but the stallion, being palomino, can carry any of the different agouti's and you wouldn't be able to tell visually.

There are a lot of strange colors out there. It seems like people are doubling up on colors thinking their going to get one thing and another pops out.

The rodeo horses I've seen have always had awesome colors. There's even a famouse poem about a Strawberry Roan (but I think it was an Appaloosa) -
The Strawberry Roan

I wuz hangin' 'round town just uh spendin' muh time,
I wuz out of a job an' not makin' uh dime,
When uh feller steps up an' he sez,
"I suppose you're a bronc ridin' guy from the looks uh yure clothes."

"Well yuh guesses me right, I'm a good un I claim,
Do yuh happen tuh have any bad uns tuh tame?"
An' he sez he's got one, an' uh bad un tuh buck,
An' fer throwin good riders he's had lots uh luck.

An' he sez that this pony has never been rode,
That the boys that gits on him is bound to git throwed,
Well, I gits all excited an' asks what he pays
Fer to ride that old pony uh couple uh days.

Well, he offers uh ten-spot -- Sez I, "I'm yure man,
'Cause the bronc never lived that I couldn't fan
That no hoss never lived, nor he never drew breath
That I just couldn't ride till he starved plum tuh death.

Now I don't like tuh brag but I got this tuh say,
That I ain't been piled up fer uh many uh day;
And sez he, "Git yure saddle an' I'll give yuh uh chance,"
So I gits in his buck-board an' drifts tuh his ranch.

There I stays until mornin' an' right after chuck
Then I steps out tuh see if that outlaw kin buck,
An' I spots the corral an' uh' standin' alone
There I sees this caballo, uh strawberry roan.

An his laigs is all spavined, he's got pigeon toes,
He's got little pig-eyes and a big Roman nose.
He's got little pin-ears an' they touch at the tip,
An' a double-square iron it was stamped on his hip.

He wuzs yew-necked an' old with uh long lower jaw,
I kin see with one eye he's uh reg'lar outlaw,
So I puts on muh spurs an' I'm sure feelin' fine
An' I turns up muh hat an' I picks up muh twine.

Now I throws the loop on him an' well I knows then
That before he gits rode I will sure earn that ten;
Then I gits my blinds on an' it sure wuz uh fight,
an' a-next comes my saddle an I screws it down tight.

Then I up an' piles on him an' raises the blind,
I am right in his middle tuh see him unwind,
An' I spots the corral an uh stand-in' alone
There I seems tuh quit livin' down here on the ground.

And he goes toward the east an' he goes toward the west,
An' tuh stay in the middle I'm doin' my best;
Now he's sure walkin' frog an' he heaves uh big sigh
And he only lacks wings fer tuh be on the fly.

Then he turns his old belly right up tuh the sun
An' he sure is a sun fishin' son uv uh gun,
He's the worst buckin' bronc that I've seen on the range,
He kin turn on a nickle and give yuh some change.

While he's buckin' he's squealin' he sounds like a shoat,
An' I tells yuh that pony has sure got muh goat;
An' I claim that, no foolin' that bronc could sure step,
An' I'm still in the saddle uh buildin' up rep;

Then he hits on all fours an' he suns up his side,
I don't see how he keeps from a sheddin' his hide.
An' I loses muh stirrups an' also muh hat
An' I'm grabbing the leather ez blind ez a bat.

With a phenomenal jump then he goes up on high,
An' I'm settin on nuthin' way up in the sky,
An' it's then I turns over an' I comes back tuh earth,
An' I lights in the tuh cussin' the day of his birth.

Then I knows that the hosses I ain't able tuh ride
Is some uv 'em livin -- they haven't all died;
But I bets all muh money thar's no man alive
That kin stay with that bronc when he makes that high dive.

by Curley Fletcher, from Ballads of the Badlands