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This is the start of my Diary hope it’s ok and readable. November Week One Well where do I start, this week had some highs and some lows and a bit of panic, all in one weekend. It all started on Saturday morning when I went with Barry, to do a bit of work in the morning. We nearly ran over a black cat on the way, which Barry claims was bad luck. After work we played football and won 8-0 so still no bad luck. It was also the night of the football bowling night which tends to a drink fueled affair. And it defiantly was I had the biggest hangover in the world really that bad when I woke up. Rachel was away so Barry and I were in charge. So off we went to feed the beasts their breakfast. Which we managed just! We decided it was time for our breakfast so of we went and got some food and watched a bit of TV. I even started to sober up a bit. We then decided to go for a ride so of we went back to the field to get Lola and Deano ready. Lola was being quite well behaved which was strange, I picked up one of her front feet picked it out all looked ok went and did the next one and thought it looked a bit different than the other then I realized no shoe! So my riding was called off first bit of bad luck. So now the hunt for the missing shoe was on I found it woo hoo. Then we had to do the dreaded poo pick, oh my god how much do I hate poo picking why can’t they poo in one place like the poo pile it would save me hours a week. By now it was dinner time and feeling a bit hungry we went into the pub next door for a bit of lunch and a rest. Feeling much refreshed we decided that we better give the rest of the horses a bit of a brush before Rachel came home, so off we went back to the field again. We where quite happily brushing Gabs and Tatsie when Annie started kicking little Joey she had him cornered and just kept trying to get him. Joey panicked and tried to jump a fence and he caught his back foot then got it trapped on some wire, which made him more scared. I was in front of him at this stage but he just kept on coming, luckily the wire slipped of him at this point but he kept going towards another fence. He tried to jump the fence but this time me and Barry were there, we both tried to hold him back which kinda worked but we all ended up on the floor. Joey was trapped again with more wire around his foot, this time it was pulled tight so there was no way to release his leg but as luck would have it I had some bolt croppers in my car so within 20 seconds Joey was back on his feet a bit dazed but ok no cuts or anything. The adrenalin started to ease and we started to feel our injuries coming into play I had the biggest dead arm I’ve ever had, the top of my arm felt like it was on fire. Barry thought he had broken his thumb so that’s the second bit of bad luck. By now it was time for the horses tea, once they were all fed me and Barry were sitting on the gate watching the horses eat their hay, reflecting on our day talking about how unlucky but kinda lucky as Joey didn’t get hurt our day had been. We were just about to leave when I said what horse is that lying down. We couldn’t quite see so Barry said lets go say goodbye. As we got closer we could see it was Tatsie which I thought was strange because I hadn’t seen Tatsie lay down much before. When we got close I could see she was not ok her eyes where right back in her head her legs where twitching like she was having a fit. Then she just got up but was struggling to keep her feet she went down again but got up. Then she really went down and went totally out of it, her head on the floor I thought she’s dead, quickly went to her head, she was breathing but very labored and she was sweating loads. We quickly got on the mobile and called the vets who said someone was on the way, so now we had to wait. It was horrible we just didn’t know what to do. We were both trying to comfort Tatsie stoking her, talking to her; we must have looked like a right couple. It was getting dark at this point which wasn’t helping things. I felt so helpless didn’t know what to do should we try to get her up or leave her lying down? The vet turned up in what seemed like hours but was probably more like twenty minutes. Started to examine Tatsie said that we needed to try and get her up so we all lifted and pushed and got her on her feet. He watched her walk about and checked her breathing again and told us that Tatsie had probably had an allergic reaction to spores in the hay, a bit like an asthma attack and that she needed a couple of injections so open her airways up and would need to go on a course of drugs to clear everything up and no more hay. She had her injections and perked up no end. What a relief. That is by far my most scary horse experience but probably only so far. The vet left and we stayed and watched Tatsie to make sure she was ok for a while. The last bit of bad luck but at least there was a happy ending but as with all good endings it makes you think how close things can be to going horribly wrong. David |
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