Monday, February 8, 2010

The Bad and the Good

As everyone who has, or has been around horses, knows, the good and the bad often go hand-in-hand. For me, the bad is more typically “not enough time” because I work away from home full-time. However, sometimes something comes along that MAKES you spend a bit more time than just “upkeep”. Tonight was one of them. Our normal duty-roster for evening chores is: Chuck hays, I mix grain and chop ice/water, we both feed. Tonight, Chuck got done the hay before I was done the watering so he began feeding the boys. Once I was done, we gathered the buckets for the ladies. I had just set the buckets down for *Babe and *Glory when Chuck said, “Hon, would you come over here?”

You know that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone uses that tone of voice? The one that says: there’s trouble a brewin’? That was his tone; that was my stomach. As *Love was standing in front of him, I was very concerned. When I got closer he said, “She doesn’t want to eat.” I grabbed the stethoscope and listened in all 4 quadrants: Silence…no burbles, no bubbles….dead silence. This was NOT good. I stood there with her and Chuck went to grab a halter, I popped it on and she never once tried to put her mouth onto it, definitely not a good sign. It had been some time since we had worked with her on leading, and it showed. She didn’t want to come out of the gate, so Chuck ‘encouraged’ her from behind a bit, and out she went. As we got further from the others and the paddock she did become more animated, but still she was off. She willingly followed me into the arena where I turned on all the lights. By the time the lights had charged all the way up, she was spronging around a bit, and whinnying to everyone who would call to her. We decided that since we needed her to move, to help her intestines to begin working again, the spronging was a good thing! We took the opportunity that we were presented, and while encouraging her to move, we also encouraged her to explore. *Love walked on tarp, not just once but many times; she walked on plywood, and stood on it to have a measuring stick brought to her whithers; she followed a rolling ball and even offered a “kick” with her front hoof. All new experiences, all good experiences for her. She calmed down, stopped calling, passed gas and (drum roll) pooped! When she was ready to be still, I listened to her gut again and was rewarded with burbles and bubbles…music to every horseperson’s ears!

As we walked her back to the paddock, she was leading like a good ole Dobbin, loose lead and all. She’s a quick study, that one.

The bad and the good; we learn to take them together, and make the best of each circumstance presented to us.


  1. Wow, I'm glad she felt better by the end of that! How scary to hear no intestine sounds.

  2. Awww...poor *Love! Amazing in the hardest situations you were able to work in some RAC points and teach her something too, Adria. Wow! Maybe exploring those scary objects triggered just the right amount of nervousness to get the gut working again. =] So glad she is OK!!!

  3. Oh, Adria, wow, were you ever in the right place at the right time to nip this in the bud. Good thinking to get her on the move! If you're coming to Maine to see Sage, make sure to look me up because I am only two towns over.

  4. Amber, I was worried, but we are a "hay first" type of feeder, where hay gets priority and grain is mostly just to carry the vit/min mix we use. She was really "down" though, so I was glad it took so little to get her going again. I do keep banamine on hand if needed!

    Denise, It was just one of those natural things to do. What DO you do with a bouncy filly at 8 o'clock at night, lol? I do think the scary things helped a lot.

    Susan, I did get your email, sorry have been straight out, so hadn't answered. Of *course* we'll visit! That would be lovely!! I'll let you know once it is arranged.


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