For the past several weeks every morning when I walk I have been "counting" the mares and looking for babies. This morning there was a very heavy frost and I couldn't find one of the horses. Something didn't "feel" right. I finished my walk and when I returned home, I took the feed bucket out to the pasture to check the mares. I poured the feed into the trough (per Shelly's instructions so as not to get kicked or hurt!) and went looking for the horses.
I came upon a sight that I would rather not have seen--a beautiful black filly lying still and cold. She had been cleaned by her mother but there was no mother to be found. My heart was broken. As I was crying, I called Ed and Shelly who both tried to calm me and tell me that having animals has it's share of sadness.
After I pulled myself together I rode on to check the mares. I got out and loved on each one of them--they all seemed exceptionally friendly today--almost as if they understood. I rattled the feed bucket to make them follow me and NOT paying attention to what I was doing ran smack into a tree--head on! I now have a HUGE knot on my head; a skinned arm and sore legs. Let's not mention what I did to the Ranger. Now that it's over and I'm ok, it's really funny that there was one tree I could have hit and I did it. Of course, when Ed got home and saw that I was ok, I got the sermon about "multi-tasking" and driving! :) I think I got the message. Dr. Brad said I should be very sore tomorrow but everything would be ok.
My prayer is that the other ten mares will deliver their babies safely and we'll have little beauties running all over the pasture this spring. I love it.
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