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Hannover

Il cavallo a sangue caldo di maggior successo è probabilmente l'Hannover 🇩🇪, conosciuto in tutto il mondo come soggetto da dressage e da salto. Risultato di un meticoloso incrocio di due linee di sangue compatibili, supportato da un rigoroso processo di selezione.

IL MARCHIO

L'H ricurva stilizzata è stata il marchio distintivo della scuderia di Celle sin dal 1735. Si calcola che ogni anno oltre 8000 giumente vengano accoppiate con stalloni selezionati di Celle.

ORIGINI

La razza Hannover venne fondata nel 1735 nella scuderia di Celle, istituita da Giorgio II, elettore di Hannover e re d'Inghilterra. L'obiettivo era creare un nucleo di forti stalloni che, una volta accoppiati con giumente locali, producessero cavalli da impiegare nei lavori agricoli.

Inizialmente Celle si basava su 14 Holstein morelli, possenti cavalli da tiro nati da fattrici indigene incrociate con sangue orientale, spagnolo e napoletano. In seguito fu introdotto il sangue del PSI, che all'epoca aveva più carattere orientale che altro. Ne derivò un cavallo più leggero e di qualità migliore, che poteva essere utilizzato per il traino, come soggetto da rimonta per la cavalleria e nei lavori agricoli. L'influsso del PSI continuò, ma fu accuratamente controllato per evitare che l'Hannover diventasse troppo leggero.

Nel 1924 a Celle gli stalloni erano 500. Dopo la seconda guerra mondiale la politica della scuderia si rivolse alla produzione di cavalli da competizione. I Trakehner, provenienti dalla Prussia orientale, furono utilizzati per rinforzare il gruppo. Alcuni di essi, così come i PSI, rimasero a Celle ed esercitano ancora oggi un positivo influsso sul continuo sviluppo della razza Hannover.

UNA SELEZIONE ATTENTA

La selezione del ceppo base per la produzione dell'Hannover comprende l'esame delle prestazioni e prende in considerazione il temperamento di ogni singolo individuo. Gli Hannover sono molto apprezzati per il carattere calmo e obbediente e per la loro affidabilità.

AZIONE

Il tipo di azione di questa razza è sorprendente. è retta, molto energica ed elastica, con scarso o nessun impegno del ginocchio e una lunga falcata.

WESTPHALIA

Benché sia associata a Celle, la razza Hannover è utilizzata anche per la produzione di un'altra linea di discendenza a sangue caldo, il Westphalia, allevato a Warendorf.

Il Wesphalia è, a tutti gli effetti, un Hannover allevato in Wesfalia.

Testa

La testa pesante e rozza dell'Hannover vecchio stampo utilizzato nell'agricoltura ha acquisito qualità grazie all'influsso del PSI. Gli esemplari moderni hanno testa più leggera, di taglia media, ben delineata, espressiva, con occhi grandi e vivaci.

In foto: Argentinus (Argentan I x Duden II x Wirbel II)

Collo

Il collo dell'Hannover è allungato, sottile e termina nelle larghe spalle inclinate. Particolarmente pronunciato il garrese.

Dorso

Il dorso è di media lunghezza e di struttura robusta, con lombi particolarmente potenti, adatti a un saltatore.

Corpo

Il passaggio delle cinghie ampio e l'ottima conformazione delle costole sono caratteristiche dell'Hannover. La struttura rivela grande forza, ma non è certo la conformazione ideale per la velocità.

In foto: Comme Il Faut (Cornet Obolensky x Ramiro Z)

Treno posteriore

I quarti sono molto muscolosi; talvolta è presente un caratteristico appiattimento a livello della groppa.

Arti

Tipici della razza sono gli arti possenti e ben proporzionati, con articolazioni pronunciate, cannoni brevi e una lunga misura dello stinco.

In foto: For Pleasure (Furioso II x Grannus x Goya)

Piedi

L'Hannover moderno dovrebbe avere piedi robusti e ben sviluppati. La tendenza ad avere piedi deboli è stata in gran parte eliminata.

Coda

La coda è ben proporzionata, ma talvolta sembra un po' troppo alta.

Colore

Nella razza sono presenti tutti i mantelli uniformi, senza che si possa individuare un colore predominante. Gli stalloni capostipiti Holstein erano morelli.

[andrevaternam]

[rambosgirl]

Could you please do a oneshot where reader gives Rambo a job on her farm and they get close to one another. Please and thank you ☺️

Ooh interesting idea! You got it anon <3 And I'm so sorry this took SO long uhh I planned out like 6 parts to this thing so we'll see where that goes but enjoy chapter 1 of this unnamed (for now) fic - I will take name recs from anyone with an idea!!

Warnings: loss of father, sick mother.

The sun had been long gone by the time you dragged yourself through your front door, barely done with your chores. You sank to the floor, your legs refusing to hold your weight any longer.

It was easier before. Your father passed away two years ago, so you came back home to help your mother with the grueling farm work that she could no longer do. She would help you with the easier things, but her health took a turn for the worse - some days she couldn’t even get out of bed.

It was making things harder for you. Not just the physical labor you were burdened with alone, but the emotional toll it took on you. You hadn’t fully processed your father's passing yet, and the thought of losing your mother kept you up many nights. 

You had sacrificed so much to support her, your social life, your independence, to keep the family farm running, to keep your childhood home alive. You could never bring yourself to resent it. It was a choice, a sacrifice you made for the people and the place you love. You just wondered how long you could keep going like this.

Your schedule stayed fairly consistent: Your mornings were spent feeding and watering the animals, milking the cows, working the horses, and then lastly tending to the garden. You’d go inside next, waking your mother up, making sure she ate breakfast and took her medications. Then around noon, you were off to your job at the bakery. 

The bakery was small enough of a business that your boss was a reasonable, nice person, allowing some flexibility in your schedule when needed. You would get off work in the evening, drive home to make dinner for you and your mother, then finish up the evening chores. You would collapse in bed, the day taking a heavy toll on your body and mind— all to do it again tomorrow. 

But the to-do list kept growing. There were things you simply couldn’t handle alone, like thinning the ten-acre forest at the edge of the property for fire control, and moving the stack of freshly delivered alfalfa bales before the rainy season. It felt like drowning.

That all changed the day you met John. He first came to the bakery late one afternoon and bought a few loaves of bread. He stood out from your usual customers with his weathered look and green uniform. A veteran.

Just from working in the bakery, you heard all about him through your customers, all with very different stories and ideas.

"Oh, John? Yeah, I hired him to finish my hay shed frame last week," Mr. Hannover drawled.

"I heard he’s dangerous,” Jessica whispered loudly, “Some kind of rogue veteran. Took out a whole town up in Washington state!"

"He’s been good to me,” Dana started, wrangling her two squirming children, “Helped me clear my yard last month. Even helped build a new playground.”

You were at the bakery when John came in a second time. Despite the mixed things people had to say about him, you trusted him. You had to ask him for help.

He quietly paid and grabbed the waiting bag, the loaves still warm inside. He turned towards the door when you called him

"Wait."

He stopped and turned back to you. "Something wrong?"

“No! Well, there's no problem with your order.” You stumbled over your words, suddenly nervous under his steady gaze. “I just… I was wondering if you might be able to help me. With something. Only if you’re interested, of course."

He tilted his head slightly, inviting you to continue.

"I have a farm just out of town,” you said. “I’ve been running on my own, but it’s just too much right now. I can’t pay much, but I could offer housing if you want it."

He didn’t respond immediately, studying you with unreadable, strangely intense eyes. Then he nodded. "Alright."

You smiled, relief washing over you.

“Thank you! I can show you around tomorrow morning.”

You tore a piece of paper, quickly scribbling your address on it before handing it to him. He accepted it with a short nod, turning to the door again.

You drove home feeling a little lighter than before, the usual ache in your chest eased. As you  stepped inside, the scent of melted butter and syrup invaded the air around you. Your mother stood at the stove, humming with her back to you as she flipped a pancake. 

“You’re up,” you said, surprised. 

She turned around, grinning. “Thought we could have breakfast for dinner. Felt like a pancake kind of night.” The wrinkles around her eyes from years of laughter crinkled as she flipped the last pancake off the griddle and turned the stove off. 

You laughed as you took two plates from the cupboard. “You always said breakfast food could fix anything.”

“I still stand by that,” your mom stated, stacking pancakes on the plates, “Bad days, heartbreak, even setting the fire alarm off at 6am.”

You groaned. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” 

“Not a chance,” she laughed.

As you ate together, the warmth of past memories wrapped around you like a warm hug. Mornings spent flipping pancakes with your dad filled your thoughts, your mom pretending not to gag at your first disastrous attempts. You could still picture her face as she taught you, patient and kind, even when the batter ended up on the ceiling.

As you lay in bed that night, filled with pancakes and good memories, you couldn’t turn your mind off. But this time, it was in a good way. Your mom was feeling better, and you had a good time with her tonight. And something about how John Rambo looked at you had you thinking about him until your heavy eyes fluttered shut, the rest of the world falling away. 

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual, despite having spent so much time thinking about John the night before. You didn’t expect yourself to feel this way, the realization hitting like a wave. You could feel it starting - the warmth in your heart, the butterflies in your stomach - as you spotted him through the window, walking down your long driveway. 

It was silly really, you thought to yourself as you threw your trusty flannel on. You hadn’t even known him long, but there was something about him - his quiet strength, the way he didn’t try to impress anyone, yet commanded respect without saying a word. It made your cheeks heat up as you hurried outside to greet him. 

The cool morning air filled your lungs as you stepped onto the porch, but all you could focus on was him. His steady pace, the way he stepped with purpose. You stepped down the stairs to meet him where he was, smiling when you reached him. 

“Good morning,” you said, your breath visible in the chilled air. 

John nodded in acknowledgement. “Morning,” he replied, his voice low but warm. 

A loud call from your milk cow broke through the morning air, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. “That’s our cue,” you joked as you walked towards the pastures, John following suit. “I’ll show you my routine. You’ll catch on quick.”

Barn cats darted out of your path as you and John moved toward the cow pasture. “I usually start with the cows, get them fed and milked. Then I feed and work the horses.”

You fell into your steady rhythm as you moved from chore to chore, pointing out where everything was along the way - Your father’s old tool shed, the feed bins, and all the water troughs, waiting to be topped off. John listened intently, helping where he could. It wasn’t too long before he fell into step with you, mirroring your pace. 

There was something nice about doing this with him, and it wasn’t just about the promise of lighter work, your burden shared with another. It felt like the beginning of something new. Something better. 

[akingdomofhorses]

77/۩ Fantastic Warmbloods

All Star, 2003 Hanoverian Stallion

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Hannover bridle

It may be a little wonky in the bit area with some poses/nose shapes but honestly I gave up on trying to fix it since I was breaking more than I can repair :)

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Production. Made in Germany Drei. Courtesy of Kunstverein Hannover.(artist   Raphaela Vogel) 

[nielsfotomomente]

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Di Paola. La lettera a Conte per la riapertura del mondo equestre. Perchè l'ippica si e noi no?

Di Paola. La lettera a Conte per la riapertura del mondo equestre. Perchè l’ippica si e noi no?

Ecco la lettera inviata oggi del Presidente della Fise Marco di Paola, al Presidente del Consiglio Giuseppe conte per la riapertura del mondo equestre e quindi della possibilità di organizzare concorsi ippici: “Perche l’ippica si e noi no?

[smol-kiwwi]

RDR2 X Eddsworld Half my life is spent playing Red Dead and the other half is drawing EW, so why not combine the two Matt I personally see living in Saint Denis as a tailor with his spoiled paint horse, (Prince) Charming. Edd would be a farmer living near Valentine with his childhood Morgan named Dolly. Tom found a career working as the gunsmith in Valentine, with his half wild Appaloosa named Horse. And Tord works as a fully fledged bounty hunter for the New Hannover area, with his Thoroughbred, Magnus.

[andrevaternam]

Andre Vaternam und Kasimir

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Mortier in Hanover 1803

So, this is about Mortier’s correctness in financial matters. (Yes, yet another post about money, sorry. The topic still interests me.) And I also want to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Marshal Michel Ney, whom I had critisized for extorting 300,000 francs from the city of Erfurt in 1806. I mean, 300k? Peanuts! (Maybe it was just for lack of opportunity though; Hanover was a lot larger and richer than tiny Erfurt. So maybe, he and Mortier stole allowed themselves to be presented with gifts in equal proportions?)

The chevalier Lang, the same guy who 1806 in Ansbach commented on Davout’s enthusiasm for waltzing, also called Mortier a »spiritless shield guard figure«. Which I take to mean that Mortier looked as if he couldn’t count to three.

Maybe that was the reason why, on occupying Hanover for Napoleon in 1803, he did not ask for three million Franc in war contributions, but only for 2.5. Though some claim that he had asked for three million, and the city’s magistrate had managed to negotiate him down to 2.5 million.

Again, just to have a comparison: The annual income of a worker in France at the time is said to have been 400 to 600 Franc. (And when Soult’s prized collection of Spanish paintings was sold after his death in 1851, the sales resulted in an - unexpectedly high! - total of 1.5 million. Just saying.)

The following is translated from a book called »Die inneren Zustände des Kurfürstentum Hannover unter der französisch-westfälischen Herrschaft«:

It was the same General Mortier, of whom the French envoy in Berlin, Laforest, affirms that he had been entrusted with the occupation of the country specifically in order to carry it out in the gentlest possible manner, who went the furthest in his demands. Immediately after his arrival, Mortier demanded a contribution of 2.5 million francs from the Hanoverian state, ostensibly to be used for gratuities for his army. However, it was mainly, perhaps exclusively, intended for the pockets of Mortier and his closest confidants.

The proof of this assertion is provided by none other than Napoleon himself. For Napoleon learned of this alleged war contribution - and immediately demanded his share. Which then caused another negotiation with the Hanoverian magistrate:

Let us hear what court judge Bremer had to say about the matter at a meeting of the secret committee on 24 August 1803. Durbach, Mortier's brother-in-law, he reported, had told him that even in Paris there had been so much talk about the 2.5 million that had been paid when the French troops entered that Mortier had, willy-nilly, had to surrender one million to the state treasury. Since the general had now lost this sum, it was only fair that he should be reimbursed in some other way.

Mortier: Hey, Hanover guys? You still must pay me one million of those war contributions.

Hanoverians: But we did already pay, in full.

Mortier: Sure, but I had to give one million to Napoleon, so now I’m one million short. (opens hand)

But since Mortier was a nice guy, he left it up to the Hanoverians how they wanted to pay him: Either Mortier would raise the sum through contracts with French army suppliers, which he would impose on Hanover. Or they could pay him the sum directly and in return choose themselves where to get all the supplies they would soon have to stock up in the arsenals. That was all up to them. (The magistrate decided to pay directly as it seemed less dangerous than making yourself dependent from French army suppliers.)

However, this was not the end of the series of "gifts" Mortier received. From the estates of the country he received a "don gratuit" of 100.00 francs. On another occasion he received six sets of the finest tableware. - An especially appreciated and coveted gift were carriages and horses. All the French generals in the country, with Mortier at the helm, had to be provided with them. It even occurred that French generals sent back a horse they didn't like or that had become unusable and asked for a new, better one.

That horse you gave me is dead because of a canonball. I do not appreciate that gift at all, I want another.

(Though I must say, when it came to carriages and horses, these guys were amateurs. Masséna in 1805 already demanded a carriage plus horses from his own people, i.e. from Eugène, even to only show up for work. That’s how it’s done, folks!)

Mortier’s stay in Hannover took less than a year, from June 1803 to February 1804. That’s not such a bad income for a couple of months that you spend mostly with letting yourself be fed by your hosts.

[jinaquerner16]

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[akingdomofhorses]

94/۩ Fantastic Warmbloods

Freetown, 2017 Hanoverian Stallion

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