Yesterday morning started very early, at least for me. Up at 7:00, out the door at 7:30, at the barn by 7:45. My farrier, Dave, was supposed to meet me there at 8:00 for Reo to get a hoof trim. I worry about the split in Reo’s left front hoof, but yet it’s just a little split, and probably would be okay for another week. I decided I shouldn’t wait, and so Dave agreed to meet me early.
Thankfully Reo was in the turnout shed and I didn’t have to walk too far; and it was great not to have to pull on mud boots. The ground was hard and dry, for the first time in days. I think I surprised the horses, appearing at such an early hour. Reo looked askance at me, as if to say what’s the deal, why so early. But cookies in my pocket got his attention, and he mozied on over to get a snack. He willingly allowed me to halter him and lead him to the barn, although he thought he should be getting his grain rather than be put in the cross ties. So, we waited, and waited, and finally I received a text from Dave that he was still working on another horse and would not be arriving until 9:15. It was 32 degrees, cold, and my mood wanted to deteriorate to grumpy. However, Reo thought eating grass was a good idea rather than stand in the barn, so off we went to a grassy area. As I’ve said before, Reo loves food, and the longer he could graze the happier he was. He is a gnawing machine, for sure. And I like to think he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his!
Dave finally showed up, trimmed the hooves, said the split was small and shouldn’t cause any harm, and left. An hour and 15 minutes waiting for a 10 minute trim. All was well. Reo got his grain, had enjoyed his grass, and I finally got to thaw out in my warm car.
Later in the day it was time to check on Buddy. He, Bella and Toby were enjoying the sunshine in the middle of the four acre field. They didn’t come when I whistled, but I didn’t mind since the air had warmed, the ground was not slushy, and I needed some exercise. When Buddy saw me, he slowly wandered up to me, searching for his cookies (much gentler than Reo had). His forearms looked less swollen, which was a relief, and he seemed in a good, energetic mood. He followed me up to the top of the hill to the gate, allowed me to put a rope around his neck and bring him in to his stall.
As before, he began to get nervous when the other two didn’t come in, but happily he settled down and ate some of his breakfast leftover senior feed. The day was becoming lovely, and being outside was a definite mood lifter. My emotions toward Buddy became quite intense as I watched him eat a few bite fulls, stop and look out the stall openings, go back for a few more bites, again look out, and so on. I told him he needed to eat, that he was old and needed nutrition, that the other horses would still be there when he was done, and why couldn’t he just enjoy my company and return my love! Actually, I think he is beginning to get the old routine: I come, I feed, I brush, I turn back out. He is definitely more relaxed, and I feel damn good about it.
It’s time for me to go home. The weather had become so spring-like, I enjoyed more outside time in my small yard, feeding birds, picking up dog poop, drinking wine. Oh, I digress. This is supposed to be about the horses.