|Two months after her sand colic attack,|
still way under weight,
even with her winter woolies
|Six months of fat pasture|
(if I knew how to photoshop myself out, I would have)
With Ranger being so concerned about Estes coming home and eating all of their food, I thought it might be a good idea to take a quick trip around Ski Road just to reacquaint them - let them start to sort it all out.
I hopped into my sort-of cowboy-girl clothes (bending over to change my socks and put boots on was far too much work after the BolderBoulder), slipped her headstall on and loaded up.
|Hear ye! Hear ye!|
Queen Estes has arrived.
(attitude and all)
We'll work on manners again starting next week, which makes me a bad horsey mommy. I should be a clear "Captain" at all times, but it just felt so good to be up on her that I just enjoyed it.
Putting her in with the herd went better than usual. I'm pretty sure it was helped along by the fact that she's in season and not putting up with anyone's shit. She's got some bites or hoof marks on her back from one or the other gelding, but Ranger's got a swollen jaw from pissing her off.
They might be back on normal feeding terms in just a couple of days instead of a week or more.
Damn it's good to have my girl home!
She needs a trim, which is way beyond my ability right now. She's got a lot of hoof wall that needs to come off. Fat pasture, while good for her weight, was not good for her feet. Being back in the rocky pen with the others will help to knock off some of it, but I'll have to bring up our "guy". Once she's trimmed up, I'll do my best to keep it maintained.