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A Veterinary Emergency

November 11 2012 051

Blood streamed from Misty’s nose as the Vet threaded the hose through Misty’s windpipe into her stomach.

“Whoa,” I soothed as the horse stepped forward.

The Vet pumped water and oil into Misty’s stomach. Several times she unhooked the pump and allowed some of the water to return from Misty’s stomach back into the bucket. Some of the grain from Misty’s breakfast slopped back with the water.

“This will help move her bowels,” the Vet promised. “She has impaction colic. I’ve removed the blockage, but now she needs fluids to move everything along.”

“She’s one constipated horse,” I said. “I used to deal with that a lot at another barn.”

For six years, I worked at Camp Anna Behrens. Red and white pines line the driveway into the camp; birds flit through the branches and chipmunks scurry through the undergrowth. One constant, wherever you walk, remains the same: sand.

Sand everywhere. It abrades through your socks and grinds between your toes. It sneaks into your sleeping bag and wakes you at 3am with creepy-crawly sensations. It sticks to horse lips as they lift hay from the ground. Ponies lick their lips, and the granules scrape their tongues.

Horses can’t digest sand. It clogs their pipes. Camp horses frequently experienced upset tummies during the summer, sometimes bad enough to call the Vet.

My first experience with colic of any variety happened at Camp. Midnight, one of the tried-and-true favorite horses, became ill. In order to push fluids in her system, a Vet inserted a tube up Midnight’s nose and into her stomach. Midnight wouldn’t drink on her own, so he made her drink.

He shoved the tube, and her nose cascaded a torrent of red. Some girls cried, some screamed, some turned green and sped from the scene. Midnight stood still. Though stiff-legged and hollow backed, she remained stoic.

Today, the Vet’s gentle hands lifted the tube, and the clear plastic pipe inched toward Misty’s stomach. Scarlet drizzled along the tube and dripped to the ground.

“It’s dry outside,” the Vet apologized. “I put lubricant on the tube before I put it in, but sometimes if you hit the inside of the nose just right, it bleeds anyway.”

I nodded.

Midnight recovered after her traumatic nosebleed. She continued on for years afterward, delighting children with her pleasant antics and kind attitude. She recovered from her bout of sand colic.

We’ve given Misty every chance to recover. She’s full of fluids, she has both electrolyte and plain water in her stall, and her nosebleed stopped an hour ago. We caught the problem early.

The rest is up to her.

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Unrequited Love

Poor Dusty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dusty’s lady love, Lexi, is in a different pasture, and he’s begun to desire someone else–Misty. She, however, couldn’t care less for his strong, muscular physique or silky black mane and tail. Misty is either playing hard to get–or perhaps she’s simply ignoring Dusty’s “crazy horse stalker” tendencies.

Meanwhile, Lexi enjoyed a little off-the-clock time in the new addition to the girls’ pasture.

Lexi loves to roll.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sidney is silly. He changed up his look, tired of the same-old-thing.

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Fun at Firefly Farm

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We’ve had a lot of activity at Firefly Farm this past week.

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Another Perfect Day

Radiant white paint reflects sunshine from each post. Giggles and exclamations of “Hey! You got me!” and “Honey, stop eating my hair!” are shared between friends. The constant swish of brushes keeps time with horse-focused conversation.

Today is Dusty’s birthday. I hope you had a great one, Diesel Dust!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is some sad news on the boarder front. Glory’s potential owner was advised by our vet not to buy her. It was a sad moment. We’ll miss her. She was a lovely horse to ride, and she had an excellent temperament. The owners are not at fault, and neither is the potential owner. Some things just aren’t meant to be. The previous owners took her back this morning.  Though we didn’t know them and do not expect to have future contact with these owners, we wish them all the best in their search for a suitable new owner.

The horses are shedding like crazy. Honey has lost at least 1 1/2 mini-Honeys out of fur.

The farm is perfect in spring. Enjoy some lovely photos of the glorious property and those who live here.

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‘Tis a Gift To Be Simple – Aaron Copland

  Today is a gift.

  It may not be wrapped up in a pretty bow, but it is a gift all the same. It’s deliciously perfect. There’s a bite in the air, but it’s not bitter. There isn’t snow on the ground, but the mud is frozen. Every pony has shelter from the wind, and everyone is fed and happy. My world is gloriously complete.

   Today is Firefly Farm’s first Christmas, and I was given the gift of time. Time to spend with the horses. Time to relax with my husband and dog. Time to cook and clean and build the husband’s Christmas gift after he opened it.

   I woke this morning, alight with evergy. I fed all the ponies warm bran mashes. They also ate 2 of their 3 flakes of hay in stalls. The wind is blowing, so the hay would have scattered all over the place if I’d put every flake out in the pasture. Then I mucked the stalls, put the last flakes of hay in the pastures using the tractor (so I could spread out the flakes easier.) As I was sorting hay flakes at the far end of the pasture, the tractor ran out of gas. I laughed, and you could say I frolicked back to the barn in search of a gas can. I’m amused by my own folly.

   Today, nothing can ruin my mood.

   I gleefully grabbed that gas can and filled up the tractor, enjoying the looks on Lexi and Senorita’s faces as I vrroomed the tractor and cart out of the girls’ pasture.

   Most of the girls are finally together. I moved Braz and Misty to be in the same pasture as Senorita and Lexi. They’re getting along very well. (Misty has it bad for Coffee–another cougar, I know.) The girls didn’t have a single problem being together this morning. I fed all the ponies at the far end of the pastures, so they didn’t have to eat in mud. (I can’t wait until spring, when I can expand Dusty and Coffee’s pasture. I feel so bad for the boys. They need more than 3/4 of an acre to play on. They’ll get it as soon as it warms up, if I can have my way.)

   Lexi and Senorita have really bonded. They eat from the same hay pile and watch each others’ back. Misty and Braz seem to be the same way. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when we add Melody and Savannah to the mix. Misty is, by far, the most dominant horse in the current “large” herd. Savannah and Melody are a tag-team you don’t want to mess with, though. Let the fireworks ensue. (Some other day. Not today.)

    I’m here at my heaven-on-earth, enjoying the scenery out my window (Coffee and Dusty in one pasture, Melody, Honey, and Savannah near the other side of the barn.) I couldn’t ask for anything more. I have what I want, and most of what I need. I’m grateful for it. All of it. It is, inteed, a gift.

   (I don’t have  to be a whirling dervish to see that.)

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Licorice? Is That You?

   The natives are restless. They see and smell someone new, and they can’t wait to create a disturbance.

   We have a new boarder, and every time I see her, I experience deja vu. She looks almost exactly like Melody’s daughter, Licorice.

   The horse above is my gorgeous girl, Licorice, who is now owned and loved by a dear friend.

   The new boarder is gorgeous and resembles Licorice. I miss my little girl so much, so having another horse who reminds me of her is comforting. I’m glad she’s here. Her name is Misty, and she’s a sweetheart. She has brown eyelashes over one eye and white eyelashes over the other eye. She’s calm, relaxed, and sweet. She has four white socks and is a lovely chestnut. Her stall is the easiest stall I’ve cleaned in a long time–solids in one area, liquid in another.

  She’s also made a new friend. Her stall is the one next to Braz, so she and Braz have all night, every night to play around and be buddies. Then I put them together out in the RAMM pasture. They’re getting along really well. I think I’ll put Honey out there with them tomorrow.

   Everyone else is doing very well. Dusty and Coffee stand next to each other in the pasture no matter how warm or cold it is outside. They usually have their noses facing the same way, almost as if they’re boys watching a football game on television. Perhaps they’re discussing Keats, Byron, and Shelley. Perhaps they’re rating the girls. (“That Lexi–ooh, her flanks rank a 10 in my book.”) In any case, they adore each other and are inseparable. When Dusty runs, Coffee runs. When Coffee stands, Dusty stands. They try to go into the same stall to eat. There are worse things that could happen in life. If Coffee grows up to be exactly like Dusty, I believe his owner will be thrilled.

   Lexi and Senorita are tolerating Honey. Poor Honey is left out in the cold. Braz is busy making buddies with Misty, so Honey is out with the “big girls.” My hope was that the two Thoroughbreds would eventually become buddies. That has come true with a vengeance. They are happy to gang up on poor Honey and push her away from hay piles. They tag-team when they want something. They’ve also tried to (unsuccessfully) take on Melody and Savannah for leadership of the herd. It’s amusing to watch. Everyone gets along, and nobody’s leaving a mark when they’re testing the waters, but it’s good to be aware of the situation. When the “big girls” are roaming, it’s best to step aside. We’ll see what happens when Braz, Honey, and Misty are re-introduced to the Thorougbreds after the “little girls” become a team. Misty has always been a boss mare, so her owner fully expects her to be large and in charge. Melody and Savannah will give her a run for her money, though. 

   Yoda’s tail appears to be healing. New issues are on the horizon, however. Smoky Joe and Penny fought yesterday, both of whom are older and more experienced fighters. One of my boarders heard the fight and described it as a sort of violent encounter.

   I hope the animals can figure out their hierarchies without involving me. I prefer to be the omnicient hay and grain giver, not the violent-animal separater. In the meantime, I think I’ll give Licorice–I mean Misty–another candy cane.

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