The details of our colic episode [Long Night]. Round 1 At evening meds, Rodney is covered with mud and refuses his carrot. One advantage to Hubby being a carrot pusher, we have immediate notification when one of the horses is feeling poorly. Rolling + lack of interest in food = possible colic. So I listenContinue reading “The Rest of the Story”
Category Archives: Horse Behavior
And Yet More Existential Blathering
As you might have suspected, I told the story of my first reverse epiphany for a reason. A week ago, I had another of my Rodney-inspired tailspins. Hubby was lunging & Rodney was being a dork. His behavior might even have been considered progress. The dorkiness was more from TB enthusiasm than tension. In spiteContinue reading “And Yet More Existential Blathering”
Reverse Epiphany
An epiphany is a moment of cosmic harmony. The sudden realization that you are at one with the universe. A reverse epiphany is when you finally admit that the elephant is not only in the room but that tapping sound is the trunk whacking you repeatedly and vigorously. It is the death of denial. IContinue reading “Reverse Epiphany”
Mood Swings
DOWN Rodney loves his stall. It reminds him of his former days as a high-class horse. He gets stalled when Matilda grazes. Usually he trots in. A few days ago, he wouldn’t go. When he finally went, he stood in the corner staring over the horizon waiting for the onrushing hordes. He was completely wired.Continue reading “Mood Swings”
Liberty Mare Redux
As I type, Mathilda is eating hay in her pen with, gasp, the door open. Rodney is in the stall to a) keep him out of the way & b) keep her close to home. After her escape at the end of last month [Jailbreak], we had to admit that she was strong enough toContinue reading “Liberty Mare Redux”
Ready For My Closeup
This is what happens when one tries to take a picture of Rodney for a post.
A Line in the Grass
Standard writing advice says write what you know. Lately, I’ve known a lot of grass time. Since we mowed the field, Mathilda has been a complete PIA about grazing. Nothing seems to please her. The mowed part is too short. The unmowed part is too long. She’s turned into Goldilocks with a mane. The realContinue reading “A Line in the Grass”