With the recent precipitation, our south pasture (aka as the “new field” these twenty years) has enough green stuff that I let the horses out on it for two hours for the first time since last fall. With his age (thirty-two) and chronic conditions, I expect Rags’ next non-routine vet call to be his last, so I was amused when he managed a few crow hops to celebrate being let out to graze. He even achieved a little altitude, though not as much as Lily.
Jack’s personal weather station reports that the overnight low was -6 F. I was happy to see that the blanket Jack put on Rags last night seemed to be keeping him comfortable. We rarely use blankets, but Rags is getting old and frail, and was shivering yesterday morning.
I’ve been boarding Magic (an Anglo – Tennessee Walker cross) for a friend for years. I originally volunteered to board her in her retirement because she never got hurt and she never got sick. Yesterday morning, she was screaming for her breakfast. This morning, she was showing signs of colic when I went to give the horses their breakfast. After consulting with her owner and vet, she was euthanized around 10:00 am. Although her ground manners left a bit to be desired, she was an awesome trail horse, search and rescue horse, and field hunter in her time.
This youngish roan draft cross belongs to a friend of mine. I’ve been riding him in the middle of the week since she can only get out on weekends. He is a darling, and unique in my experience that he doesn’t automatically put his ears back when he hears the shutter click.
Tomorrow will be the fourth week since I went out to feed in the morning and found that Lily had suffered a very nasty puncture / laceration on the front of her right leg. The sutures came out last Friday, but her vet wants her to be restricted while the last of the wound closes. The bottom of the sutured flap did not take hold, so I am still bandaging the area until it finishes healing. After I apply the relatively small pressure bandage, I put a large bulky wrap to protect the area from being knocked when she gets up and down.
The vet did give her okay Friday to extend her stall with corral panels, so she has about double the amount of space to move around now. Fortunately, Lily is a doll to handle while she is in her stall. When we tried to take her out of the stall Friday so the vet could remove the sutures, the silly fool was trying to do airs above the ground, so we moved her back into the stall before proceeding. It is going to be a challenge to reintroduce her to the great outdoors without her trying to kill herself all over again.