Foals, foals and more foals

We are well into foaling season at work. We had 33 foals born in January, and I don't even know how many more since February started. At the beginning of each year, the first few are absolutely adorable and they get a lot of attention. As more are born, they begin to seem more and more the same. We begin to process them on through. We're getting to that point now. It's getting busy and people are starting to get grouchy. There's not a lot of time to stop and think how cute the foals are. Still, no matter how many are born, or how sick of them I get (or rather, how sick I get of trying to keep them sound, disease-free, happy potential racehorses), watching a new one enter the world and take its first breath is always miraculous. Only 150 (about) more to go!

This is the first one that I foaled out this year(personally foaled out- most are born during the night during someone else's shift) in January. He is 12 hrs. old here.

Yummy fingers!

Potop (Deluge)

It has rained for over a week. Everything here is muddy, but the hills are getting green for once in two years. Usually the hills are green for February, before it starts drying out again, but last year there was not enough rain for anything to grow. This year it will be beautiful for a month or two. Until things grow, though, it is icky. Here is a picture of our backyard. The poor dogs have to spend a lot of time inside because it is way to wet for them to stay out. I'd rather be inside most of the time, because at the end of a workday, I am soaked and have mud caked half way up my legs. The mud really wouldn't be so bad if all I had to do was work in it, but going to church this morning was not so nice. Nothing is paved here, so I had to walk to the car through the mud, in heels. I brought a couple paper towels, because I knew it would be bad. Even after wiping off my shoes before closing the car door, I still had mud smears on them that I had to wipe off in the restroom at church. We are lucky to even get to church, sliding sideways down the dirt road to get off the farm, mud spraying up the sides of the car, as you gas it down the road hoping not to get stuck. So much fun!

Cowboy Cure

I had a long day yesterday. We had two colics at work. The first in the afternoon, was a mare a week post-foaling. Her bowels were very gas-distended, no motility on the right side, and she was quite uncomfortable. After some painkillers, fluids, etc., she was still not totally happy, and the gas bubble was not going away. Luckily she was a "surgical candidate", which, around work, means that the owner is willing to pay mucho bucks to send her to a hospital and possibly have surgery, which usually ends up being around $12,000 if all goes well (and hopefully the horse makes it). The trailer was prepared. D, the boss, decided to try the "cowboy cure" before going to the extreme of a 3 1/2 hour drive to the hospital. We loaded the mare (and baby) into the trailer, and D drove her around for 1/2 hour to try to bounce the mare around to help her pass the gas through. The mare came back with motility restored to her right side, and she layed down in her stall, quiet. After a while she stood up and was fine- hooray, no major displacement or torsion! We continued fluids on her, for good measure, and she is essentially cured.

Now, that was the first colic. I got off work at 10pm, and at 11, got a call from C, who works overnight. She had found our second colic rolling in soupy mud. I met them at the barn. The mare was covered head to tail in a layer of thick, wet mud. She had gone down three times on the way to the barn. While I grabbed a stethoscope, banamine, and a sedative, C wiped the mud from a spot on the mare's jugular groove, so I had a clear spot to get a vein. The mare went down, but didn't roll, so I got a heart rate on her then. It was 68- quite high. I gave her the banamine to alleviate pain, and a sedative to get her to be still enough for me to place an IV catheter and so she wouldn't roll. She had very little gut motility, a temp of 101.7, but mucous membranes still pink and good cap refill, and she did not look like she was bloating, yet. Called Dr. B to get the go ahead on what needed to be done and so she could coordinate calling farm manager, owner, hospital, and other help. C and I hosed down the mares neck to take most of the mud off in order to have a cleaner place for a catheter, scrubbed, and I got the catheter in. The sutures always take the longest and I got one in place before the mare so bad that C could no longer hold her still enough for me to continue. That's fine, catheter is in, start running fluids with Ca, put super glue to help keep catheter in place, mare wants to roll, catheter not staying secure, mare is pulling fluid line out with her thrashing, stop fluids, rescue fluid line, give more sedative, get mare up, catheter is still good (whew), put another suture in, reconnect line. The additional sedative kept the mare standing well enough that C could hold the mare and squeeze in fluids while I grabbed the guaifenesin (gg: a pain killer and gut relaxer). Mare going down again, stop fluids, connect gg, pump gg in. The mare stayed quietly recombent now- good. Stop gg, reconnect fluids, give more painkiller/ sedative IM to have a longer effect. Meanwhile, we thought that she was a surgical candidate, that she was insured, so S was called to transport her to the hospital. No answer. D can't take her because he hasn't really slept in a couple days, so M was called and was on her way. C squeezed in more fluids, I got contact info for Dr. B and the hospital, but wait, emergency clause was from 2006 and said "do not ship". Crap, is she or isn't she insured? Dr. called owners and no, mare is no longer insured. Last year's hospital stay sucked up all the insurance money and owners can't afford to ship her again. Crap, crap, crap. This means we have to give supportive care until the mare either gets better or worse, and when they get worse, they don't usually make it. So, try a "cowboy cure". It worked earlier, and what have we got to lose? Squeeze in one last liter of fluid before she gets on trailer, send C to check on emminently foaling mares, yep, one has just started to foal, C stays with foaling mare, M shows up, mare is standing, take vitals: HR is 48 and no motility, C calls to say she is putting second foaling mare in foaling barn, throw colic mare in horse trailer, M drives off with her, quickly go to foaling barn, calling Dr. on the way with update. It was all very crazy, but all acute colics are. As the trailer pulled back up after a 45 min trip, I expected the mare to be either the same as when she left or upside down. She was totally quiet and standing. We put her in her stall and she acted normal and looked for something to eat, a good sign. She started to get some gut sounds back about a half hour later. I got home by 3 am, sure she would make it through the night. Yep, bright and happy today (still on fluids), and finally passed some manure this afternoon. You've never seen a person so happy to see manure!

Duck on a Wire

Anyone ever seen a duck on a telephone wire?! I didn't think they could hang on with their webbed feet, but see the picture for yourself. During the last couple weeks of November, we saw these kind of ducks on the wires. I've never seen them before. I think they are migrating and they stop to hang out near the aquaduct and these wires run over the aquaduct. They like to be on the wires, even though they do seem to have a hard time balancing. I really would like to know if other ducks do this, or if these ones are just losing their sanity!

Spider Conservation

A few weeks ago, Chris was driving down the road and felt something tickle his leg. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached down and scratched his leg. A few minutes later, he felt it again. He looked down and saw, crawling up his leg, a tarantula! He pulled over and scooped it into a cup and went on his way. I have no idea how a tarantula could have gotten into the car, but this time of year is the "tarantula migration" where all the male tarantulas are out finding mates. They're all over the roads, but not on the farm (probably too many predators and pesticides here). Chris brought home the tarantula and named it Eragog. We studied the little guy (he was kind of scrawny for a tarantula), looked up info online, and tried to figure out what species it was. Probably a Eurypelma californicum, but also possibly a Aphonopelma chalcodes or desert tarantula. They're absolutely harmless to humans and these species tend to be timid and move slowly (and beautifully as they coordinate their legs, I might add). They are beneficial because they eat crickets, cockroaches and other pests. We took Eragog up on a hill past the farm where the pesticides hopefully will not reach him and let him go to continue on his search of a girl.

Nara and Trepi moved on to the farm with us, and in with Juliet and Mister, a couple months ago. It is really nice to have everyone together with us (still missing Rose, but she is still with "grandma").

Another year

Okay, so it's been over a year since I started this blog, and a year since I posted. Time to post something. Jet and Fire moved to Texas last spring after Jet's booboo healed enough for him to ship. I recently got an update from the new owners and they are doing great. Love the picture of Fire learning to be a big boy and getting ponied by the quarter horse.

It's about time for me to write an update. Jet and Fire have not left for Texas as they were supposed to last month. When the shipper arrived to pick them up, Jet decided to jump the fence and skewered his elbow on it on the way over. I've been too depressed to write about it until now. He luckily only cut the skin and no deeper, and after a horrendous vet bill, he is healing well. Looks like the boys will head for Texas in May, now, when the new owner comes to pick them up herself.

Jet and Fire

This is Fire, Jet, and Rose is behind Fire. Jet and Fire will be on their way to Midland, Texas next Wednesday to become eventing horses. I haven't sold a lot of horses and it is not an easy thing to do, emotionally. The horses are really a part of the family. Jet is a three year old gelding. His dam is my appendix QH mare, Juliet, and he is by an appaloosa sport horse, Chocklateconfetti. My husband and I stayed up in a tack room next to Juliet's stall for 2 weeks waiting for Jet to be born. I had fun raising him when he was a baby and will miss him. He is a sweet horse. Fire is a two year old leopard colt out of my racebred appy mare, Rose, and by Butterwap Confetti. He is exactly what I have tried to get in my breeding program- in essence a big, correct, colored sporthorse. He was born and raised at my parent's place, and Fire is one that not only the family, but the entire neighborhood will miss, as the neighbors ooh and aah and love to watch "Spottie" playing in the pasture. We look forward to seeing what these horses will accomplish in their new homes.

Let's See If This Works

I decided to try out this blogging thing. A lot of people with children like to blog about their kids. I don't have any human children yet, so I thought I could post about my furry babies, specifically the horses, Rose, Trepi, Nara, Juliet, Mister, Jet and Fire.