All the pregnant ladies…
There is a daily ritual (when I am at Granite Glen) of checking on our mamas-to-be.
Have I told you all about our expectant mothers yet? Goodness. Let’s rectify THAT oversight immediately.
I believe you know Yvette and Holly already (if you’ve been around a while).
Yvette is Troopers sister – she is very beautiful and knows it. Yvette was my horse, before she was Dash’s horse (and regularly borrowed by Salina) before she became lame and put into semi-retirement.
We sent her to a local stallion Rifleboy (campdrafted by a fabulous gentleman who still competes in his mid-70s!).
She is due to have her baby in late January, but is already enormous and quite uncomfortable. We have had the vet check her with an ultrasound – she commented that it was a ‘very active foal’. Campdrafting in utero apparently!
1. She’s older. Older mums need TLC.
2. She was very lucky to survive the terrible floods earlier this year – she was at the stallion (owned by friends of ours) who live near the Burnett River (neigbouring the friend who was washed away from her home and miraculously rescued). We picked her up just a couple of days before those floods hit – the paddock she had been in went completely underwater and a couple of other horses were lost. It gives me chills just thinking about it.
3. She colicked last week. I admit I had terrible flashbacks to the Pickles saga. Luckily our jackaroo Cal noticed her, lying prone and kicking and clearly in trouble, and we rang the vet immediately. We followed instructions (an injection and keeping her on her feet) and she was walking again and bossing Yvette arround. Within half an hour it was like nothing had happened.
I, however, am still recovering from the fright.
And last (but by no means least) we have Patch.
Or as Violet likes to call them: UTTERS.
She has been moved from her big cage (each working dog has their own covered cage for sleeping in) into the hay shed. We have her tethered on a very long lead to the tractor – she has easy access to water and straw to make herself comfortable. As heavy and awkward as she is, if she was running free every horse and cow in a two mile radius would be being hunted. She just cannot help herself.
It works pretty well.
She should have her babies in the next couple of days.
Of course, we take nothing for granted – we will keep on checking in on these three to try to prevent any dramas. Fingers crossed for safe deliveries all around!
Before I go, you should know that I never carry out this check alone. I have company…
Can you guess?