|Love the Autumn colors viewed from the patio|
Last Thursday our vet came to give the herd their Fall shots. He checked out Dusty’s leg issues and came to the conclusion that she had suffered a slight flare up of laminitis in her left front. She’s been on Bute for a week and today is her last day. She seems to be walking much better and is allowed out with the herd. Grady had a growth removed from his third eyelid and the vet took it to the clinic for a biopsy. The growths in his sheath weren’t removed. No treatment for now and he will check back and see how that is progressing. Grady has had a course of five days of SMZ’s plus twice a day eye medication. He’s not a good patient and it’s almost impossible to get the eye cream in his eye. When an 18 hand horse throws his head up in the air and you’re 5’5” there’s not a shot of reaching that eye. So I’ve resorted to some very quick slight of hand trickery. I quickly squeeze the cream into his eye as I slide the fly mask off over his ears.
The herd has decided that since the weather is cooler now and there are virtually no flies or bugs to bother them that they would rather stay out than come in at night. If they are not up by 8:00, they stay out. I can’t keep going out and checking for them all night and they know the rules. In by dark or not in at all. Last Saturday was the last time they came in until last night when they finally decided to grace me with their presence.
Luckily, the herd comes up in the morning for their breakfast buffet of hay and I was able to bring Dusty and Grady in for their medications. Yesterday when they didn’t show up, I finished up some work around the house and barn then took a drive down to the back field to check on them. I was parked in the driveway outside the pasture and everything seemed to be fine until I noticed a horse in the riding arena. We have a combination lock on the gate and I couldn’t see the tiny numbers on the bottom without my reading glasses and I don’t do Braille. I had two options 1) climb over the fence or 2) go under it. I opted for scooching under it.
|This is at one end of the arena and they jump down to get in there|
Turns out it was Mellon who got himself stuck in the arena. Some of the horses like to jump down into the arena but not out of it, except for Nate, but that’s another story. They use that arena as their personal playpen. With the rubber footing a good roll is like getting a full body curry. With the gate closed Mellon considered himself trapped. When he saw me walking down there and his friends about to flat leave him he started running the fence. I was surprised he got himself into this mess and couldn’t jump out. In his day he was one hell of a jumper to say the least. But, I guess time retired and aging takes its toll on all of us. Once I released the cracken he galloped off to join his herd. Looking very good for a horse that is between 28-30 years old none the worse for wear. So except for a slightly sweaty Mellon and a dirty butt on my part everything turned out alright. Never a dull moment when dealing with a herd of horses!
Until next time
Quote For Today
Horses are predictably unpredictable.