I still remember walking into the barn and seeing a newly arrived American Shire named Echo Valley Nash in the stall across the aisle from my horse. I had never seen one in person and at two years old, he was at least 16.2h and 1,500lbs. He was black as night with a wide blaze that swept over his left eye like a dodo bird. He had silky white feathers covering all four legs, an undocked tail as thick as the jungle, and feet the size of 7-inch dinner plates. He was absolutely majestic, and I was enamored by him.