The mares are in heat. The geldings think they've still got it.
And there is grass. Lots. of. grass.
Its like a disease, and they all have it. She's foaming at the mouth with it, green and all!
Slightly more seriously, the photo was taken on what is probably Cay's 4th trail ride. She is doing very well under saddle after coming home in November. We're cantering under saddle in the arena--spiral in, spiral out, down to a 10 meter--which is impressive when you're a 1450lbs yellow shortbus! I'm really quite proud of her.
The old man however, is under the impression that he is STILL the stallion he was many years ago. He is marching the fence, trumpeting, and generally making an idiot of himself.
He ran from Jay for an hour today because he didn't want to come in from pasture (with Cay in tow). Many threats were made about going BACK to that feedlot.
At 32, he has innocent down. Its sick really.
Unfortunately, when the vet came out to see Buckley today, she pulled blood from the old man too, just to check up on him. He has been more finicky about his hay recently and we're hoping his cancer isn't on its way back, we're not done spoiling him yet.
Mr Buckzilla, as mentioned, got to show off his fancy little gimp for the vet today. He had been going well in lessons and on trails until one of the farm's Perch geldings put him through a fence. He was sore for a few days, then seemed to improve
Last week, he was lame at the trot. Then Monday he was gimpy at the walk. Vet!
Diagnosis? Abscess, high in his left heel. Urgh!
Let the soaking and buting begin (we'd been doing BL).