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There is an old adage that says “a pony is a childhood dream. A horse is an adulthood treasure.” These words ring true for me as I sit down to write and reflect on this last week and provide a short update.
I am pleased to report that Miss Music Major and her little colt are both doing well. The little guy gets stronger every day and is now bucking and playing on legs that are much steadier and straighter with each passing day. Miss Music Major is a very good first time mother, doting on him and watching over him constantly. The two seem very happy together; watching them run and play in their small paddock is a miraculous joy and fills one with happiness and wonder.
Although he is still tiny, he is mighty! I think the little guy is going to make it…
While many people were eating chocolates and enjoying the
smell of flowers, I had an important Valentine’s date here at the ranch with my
beautiful horses and my veterinarian and friend, Nancy.
I am blessed to have a wonderful veterinarian that I have known
for several years now. I am always amazed at her knowledge and insight, and
quite frankly, she has the patience of a saint because any other veterinarian
would have fired me as a client years ago.
I didn’t grow up with horses. Having them isn’t second nature
to me, like it is for other “horse” people. I was 38 years old when I bought my
first horse, a thoroughbred mare that I bought at the race track and retired
because she had no interest in running anymore. I had always wanted a horse,
and I was determined to have one.
That was ten years ago; I am still learning about horses, and
I can honestly say that I learn something about these amazing creatures every
day. And God bless Nancy for her patience and kindness with me over the years.
She has endured my tears, panic attacks over nothing, and late evening phone
calls with ridiculous questions and, of course, more panic.
On Monday afternoon, I had to call Nancy and ask her to check
on Baby Note. I noticed she was rather lethargic and walking around her paddock
with her head down. The little spitfire that had been bucking and playing only
hours before didn’t seem quite right. When I called Nancy, she had just saddled
her own horse and was getting ready to ride. She told me she would unsaddle
immediately and head my direction.
As I got Baby Note and her mother, Note This, into their
stall, I noticed that Baby Note had a runny nose. With the crazy fluctuations in
temperature we have been having, I confess that I was worried something like this
Nancy arrived shortly thereafter, and it took some doing to
get Baby Note’s temperature. Not that I blame her. Being held in place and having
a thermometer placed in my rear-end isn’t my idea of a good time either! After
a rather eventful examination of Baby Note, my worries were confirmed. She had
a rather high temperature and would need antibiotics for several days, the
administration of which was challenging each time.
Fast forward to today, and I am pleased to report that Baby
Note is doing well. Nancy looked in on her yesterday and she had her last dose
of antibiotics. Today, she is bucking and playing and even jumped over her
mother while Note This was trying to rest in the paddock. Baby Note is back to her
independent self, exploring the paddock and playing with an energy most of us
could only wish to possess.
As for my Valentine’s Day date with Nancy and the horses, Nancy inadvertently reminded me of something very important – to breathe. Yes, I said breathe. Nancy observed that another mare, Snow Bunny, is showing signs of getting close to giving birth. While these signs had not been lost on me, for whatever reason, having Nancy voice them out loud made me panic. And I mean panic! I must have looked terrified because Nancy hugged me and said everything would be fine. Once I calmed down and remembered to breathe again, we talked about Snow Bunny’s care in the days ahead and I felt better because we had talked out a plan. And while we cannot control everything, it is nice to have a plan in place and know that I am doing everything I can for her. Just remember to breathe.
As I cleaned up the paddock last night, I had the feeling of being watched. I looked to the sky just in time to see a big hawk land on the roof of the barn. It tucked its large brown wings at its sides and watched my every movement as I finished my task. I could feel its eyes on me, ever watchful. I felt protected in that moment, mindful of the knowledge that I am being watched from above; everything happens in its own time, and worrying about things serves no purpose. The hawk also served as a reminder for me to be ever watchful with the horses, especially Snow Bunny. She will be “watched like a hawk.”
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