...and I can't get the stench off my hands our out of my nose.
Yep, it's my old nemesis, Thrush.
Poor Estee has thrush in three of her little feetsies and Washoe the Wonder Idiot's got it in one of his feetsies.
I knew it was coming. With all of the moisture, between the rain/snow/rain/snow, the pen hasn't had a chance to dry out. Estee's club foot just begs for thrush to grow. So, after a thorough cleaning, I sent Mom after the hoof knife. Which has grown legs.
I finally decide I can take the knife to Estee and it's no where to be found. Hopefully it will turn up before next weekend so I can clean up her feetsies.
Other than the discovery of thrush and the fact that Washoe the Wonder Idiot stepped on Mom, not once, but twice (he was kind enough to balance it out and step on each foot), it was a pretty good horse day. Mom and I got to go out for the first time this season together. Of course, there are no pictures of the two of us, so you'll just have to trust me on this one.
It wasn't a terribly long ride, only about an hour, but it was beautiful. In the thirteen years we've been riding in the forest, we've never heard the frogs singing in the meadow. With all of the moisture we've had, the meadow has a small marshy area and the frogs have moved in. I always feel so blessed to hear them singing - it's so rare - and to have them in the meadow is such a treat.
I may be cursing the moisture on behalf of Estee's feetsies, but I love that the froggies are happy and singing at the top of their lungs about it.