...some pictures from the lovely sunset last night!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
The last two days were fantastic and sunny, and the girls enjoyed lots of time out on the grass pasture as you can see. Sage is lumbering around like an elephant, but she clearly has enjoyed the dry weather. She and Brandy spent lots of time outside in their dry lot exploring the trees and searching for bits of grass on the track (a long trail that connects our two barns). They accompanied us near the garden as we worked outside and Sage was especially friendly towards Patrick--she has certainly become a lovebug!
Sage looks ever closer to foaling. From Thursday on, her vulva has become extremely relaxed. Although her udder and attitude are much the same, the changes under her tail suggest that he could be getting very close. She has faked us out a few times now, but I think this time we might be getting close for real!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sage has currently surpassed everyone's best guesses on a due date...much to my farrier's chagrin! He has foaled lots of mares out, and his guessed date is a week past now. I must admit, I didn't think she would be bagged up and "ready" for so long and just keep dragging this out. The farrier thinks its a boy, cooking as long as it is.
I don't really blame her for hanging on, considering that other than a brief glimpse of sun yesterday and today, the weather has been pretty miserable. She is clearly a little bored (as they all are when grass time comes around and they can't go out because it's too wet), so I've been trying to pay lots of attention to her to make up for it. It's hard though, because school is quite busy this term (normal, I guess).
The other night Patrick and I were brushing her, and he remarked about how big she was. I was about to respond that she isn't any taller than she normally is, but then I stepped back and looked at her, and sure enough her croup has definitely risen a few inches. Seems like the girl's going through a growth spurt! Well, she's only 3 after all. It's hard to remember sometimes because she's so quiet, being so full of foal.
So I guess the overall message is that we're still waiting. I'm hoping the sun stays out for a bit so they can continue to enjoy time on the grass--every spring I slowly work them up to full grass turnout, but that's nearly impossible if it's soaking wet. Otherwise, I'm just watching and waiting patiently until the foal decides to make an appearance!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Before I begin this tale, I suppose I should mention that Sage still has a full bag, a huge belly, and a super jiggly butt. Perfect for foaling. However, she and this baby have decided to take their time with things, and seeing as there was snow (yes, snow) swirling around this afternoon while I was feeding, I suppose that's all right. I'm pretty sure she's planning a sneak attack for the next Large Animal Medicine exam, but we'll see :)
Anyway, this hay net story really starts with Brandy. (Doesn't every story gone wrong?) This weekend she pulled a shoe, and because of her nasty terrible QH feet and several other problems, her foot needs to be kept protected from the gravel out in the paddock. So she's inside the two stalls in the barn with Sage. By inside I mean two stalls, a whole section of aisle-way, and the arena. So they have quite a bit of space, but it's a lot less interesting than stalls and outside space.
Brandy is a hoover. She will eat anything at any point in time, and she'll eat it fast. So now that she's inside with Sage, who has no problem regulating her feed intake throughout the day, these two girls go through 60 lbs of hay a day and there is not a scrap left when I come to feed morning and night. I am fully aware this is because of Brandy. Why not just feed them more? Well, because my lovely QH has no ability to discern when to stop eating, and I feel that 30 lbs of orchardgrass (or likely more) is plenty for a lady of her composition. When I had her on stall rest last year, I fed her from a hay net. Even though struggling with a hay net at 5 am was not my favorite task, it worked to keep her food in front of her a little longer. Also, less hay was wasted--though that's usually not a problem with little miss muffinbutt around.
Since she's back on track to eat me out of house and home, I thought I would test this trick with the two of them together. Now, they each have their own stalls, but they can move between them when they like. That means if Brandy has a hay net, Sage has to eat out of one, too. I had a feeling that this might be an issue for Sage, who likes to use her feet for absolutely everything. If she wants to investigate something, she just steps on it and drags it toward her with her hoof. Every morning without fail she puts her foot in her alfalfa pellets and scoops some out of the rubber feed pan to eat on the floor.
I slung up her full hay net; I usually have horses who are very mindful of the net, and if I use one, I like to hang it low (so that when it's empty, it just barely hangs on the ground). Horses are not meant to be eating things from a height such as an overhead feeder. I let her into her stall, and just before she walked in, she noticed this strange thing and snorted. It only took a few seconds of me pulling hay out of it and feeding it to her for her to realize that this strange thing must be amazing. Then I went to take care of Luna and Gabby, keeping an eye on her. Because of course, the holes in the hay net are perfectly sized to fit a mustang hoof.
And of course, within ten minutes, she had her foot in the middle of the net full of hay. Anticipating this, I had tied it so that if she really pulled at it, it would come undone and she wouldn't be hanging by a leg. But there was a good few minutes where she stood there with her foot in the net, looking at me and asking, "What am I supposed to do now?" Then, she'd try to pull her foot back a bit. Meeting resistance, she'd stop and then start to eat again. Oh dear, this mustang is sensible to the end of time as long as there's food in front of her!
I eventually undid it and she pulled her foot out, breaking a few holes in the net so it's not really a net anymore. I guess I should have figured that this situation wouldn't work out, but it was worth a try. I knew I could get away with her getting herself in trouble because she's got such a quiet nature.
And that is my mustang story for the week. No pictures because it's wet and nasty out. They've been going out regularly on pasture when it's dry, but they didn't get to today. Hopefully next time I write there will either be a foal or some sunshine. I would love both!