Ambulances . . . Again   1 comment

We had another serious incident a few days ago, ending in a parade of ambulances.

I was out walking the dogs, and headed back to give carrots to Kitty and Pepsi.  As I approached, I could see three things out of place; there was a car parked behind the last pen, there was a horse tied to the fence, and there was a man standing there.  When I got up to him, he said something about someone helping the lady.  Circling around the car — which was running — I found one of our long-time boarders slumped against the passenger-side door, in the middle of a seizure.

I had come out without my cell phone, which was on the charger, so I asked the little man (who was standing there helplessly) to stay with her while I went back to the house.  Off I went at my best old-lady trot, to call 911.  There was absolutely no one else around.

I called 911 back at the house, on the land line.  I was so out of breath that I had a hard time making myself understood, but I got them on their way.  Then I called Scott and Andrew.  I needed someone to guide the ambulance in, because the site of the problem was well to the back of the property.  Then I set off back to help, as fast as I could go (not very).

When I got back, the man (probably homeless, and Hispanic) was still standing beside her, and she was still seizing.  I shut off the ignition, put the horse away, and asked him to go help to guide the ambulance while I stayed with her, as no one else had made it over yet.  I stayed there and talked to her, but I don’t think she could hear or understand me.

Luckily, several ambulances arrived very quickly, and they loaded her up and took her to Emergency.  She apparently had no ID on her, so we were afraid they would have trouble contacting her relatives.  I made a couple of calls, and someone did manage to contact her mother.  She came by the next day, and said her daughter was doing better.

The behavior of the little homeless guy was an example of humankindness.  I would guess that he wasn’t the sharpest person around — he couldn’t quite figure out what to do, but he didn’t want to leave her.  He said he was on his way to his home (likely the river) but liked to stop and pet the horses.  That’s when he found her.  He could have taken off with the car, or just run off to avoid responsibility, but he didn’t.  Billy and Scott had arrived by that time, and we slipped him a twenty, which seemed like the least we could do.

If I hadn’t walked out that way, it might have been some time before she was found.  She was not visible until you walked around the car.  She had probably lain there for quite a while.  It was about seven when I found her, and at about five Scott, driving the feed truck, had stopped to ask her if she was all right.  She had said she was, but obviously she wasn’t.  All in all, it was very lucky.

But it’s getting so I’m afraid to go out of the door — at least without my cell phone.

On a happier note, here are a pair of blonds — daughter Suzanne and her grandson Weston, communing on the lawn.  There are few things cuter than the back of a little boy’s head . . .

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They were joined by a third blond — Peaches, wanting to help Weston fall in a hole.

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He does that very well.

 

Posted September 14, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch, Events

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A Tale of Two Ribbons   2 comments

A week or so ago, I noticed boarder Donna’s horse Hans wearing a handsome red ribbon.  He was posing beautifully, so I snapped his picture.

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At the time, I didn’t think red was really his color, so I was glad to hear that it was just practice.  He was a little nervous about fluttering ribbons, so this was a chance to get used to them.

I think this one suits him much better.

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Their first blue ribbon — training level dressage.  I can tell that Donna thinks blue suits him, too!

Posted September 4, 2016 by stablewoman in Horses

Jennifer   1 comment

I’ve been putting off writing this blog entry, both because it was painful and because I wanted to see how things were going to come out.  I think it’s time now.

A little over a week ago, our friend and boarder Jennifer was riding in the arena by the house when she was thrown, hard.  Luckily Billy was looking out, and saw the dust flying.  I ran out and found Jennifer on the ground, unable to move.  She thought her knee was broken.  I ran to the house and told Billy to call an ambulance.  In the meantime, I ran back and forth getting water and pillows.  When she was as comfortable as possible (not very) I went to catch the horse.

I looked back when I heard Jennifer scream, just in time to see the ever-sympathetic Peaches sitting on Jennifer’s injured knee.  I yelled at her, and she jumped off and ran — but not too far.  A fire truck arrived about that time, closely followed by the ambulance, and they packed her up and took her off, calling back that she was going to ride that horse yet!

Later we heard that she had a dislocated knee, but that wasn’t the problem.  An artery in her leg had torn, and they were flying her to Fresno for surgery.  There they took a section of artery from her groin, and used it to mend the torn artery.  It was touch and go; she was in danger of losing the leg.

Now, better than a week later, Jennifer still has both legs, but after multiple surgeries, it’s looking like a long hard road to recovery.  She’s getting a lot of moral support from her many friends here.  It’s looking like she may be transferred back to KMC soon, though she has at least one more surgery to go.

I was worrying that Peaches’ sympathy might have aggravated the injury, but it was the opposite.  I understand that the doctor said that her weight popped the knee back into place, and may well have kept Jennifer from bleeding out.  They’re calling her Doctor Peaches around here!

Here’s Jennifer at the beach, a while ago . . .

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It may take a while, but I expect to see her back there.  She’s a very strong person.

And here’s Peaches supervising Jennifer-the-farrier.

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I guess she counts horseshoeing as one of her skills, along with medicine!

 

 

Posted August 30, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch, Dogs, Events

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The Littlest Evacuee   1 comment

This little orphan, and three horses, showed up here a couple of days ago.  They had been evacuated from the Cedar fire, in the mountains to the northeast.

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It was pretty tough on the little guy, coming from cool mountains to HOT Bakersfield.  In fact, he didn’t stay long, but was evacuated for a second time — to a local feed store where he could be nice and cool inside.

Here’s what the fire looked like yesterday.

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Here’s what it looked like at sunset; not the fire directly, but the smoke in our air.

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I wish that whoever started these things, from carelessness or malice, had to live with all of the destruction they cause.  You can bet that they go back to their nice safe houses — some of them to enjoy watching their work on the news.  This fire is about 15,000 acres now, but it’s nothing to the Blue Cut fire down south, or the Erskine fire earlier this summer.

It’s been a long, hot summer.

 

Posted August 20, 2016 by stablewoman in Events

Still Here   2 comments

I may not be posting as much as I used to, but there are times that I just have to.  Yesterday, for example, when grandson Andrew and great-grandson Weston rode up on Kitty, I was sure I would get a great picture.

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Better try it from the other side; the light’s better.  Look this way, Weston!

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Oh, well.  Try again.  Look this way, Kitty!

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Well, this time I got a good one.

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Darn.  Weston blinked.  Oh, well; maybe next time!

All’s well here; Billy passed his last check up with flying colors.  We’re about to enter another heat wave, but the end is in sight now.  Many kids are going back to school, and the days are perceptibly shorter.  Still, the saying is that fall won’t be here until after the county fair, and that’s almost always been true.  Then I’ll get out and about more, and I hope I’ll do more blogging.

Posted August 13, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch, People, Riding

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Clouds!   Leave a comment

I woke up yesterday morning to a beautiful mother-of-pearl sunrise.  Naturally, I got out with my camera . . .

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A lot of places in the US — and even California — this wouldn’t be a Big Event.  In Bakersfield, though, we are used to endless unchanging skies throughout the summer months, and beyond.  I’ve seen afghans in which a strip a day is added, in the color of the sky for that day.  They are beautiful, in many shades of blue, peach, gray, gold, and pink.  Here, you would have pretty much a solid grayish blue blanket.  There’s not much variety in our summer skies, except for a sullen orange night and morning during fire season.  It’s been fire after fire this summer, and it’s not over yet.

Still, perhaps this short-lived change is a sign of times to come.  Eventually.  Well, there are back-to-school ads all over the place.  That’s a sure sign that fall is coming, isn’t it? And fall can be lovely here — and great riding weather!

 

Posted August 5, 2016 by stablewoman in Weather

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Beach Ride   Leave a comment

A group of the ladies got together and had a lovely ride at the beach a couple of days ago.  It was a typical Pismo day . . . cool and a bit misty.

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It looks like everybody had a wonderful time, even the horses.  It was 109 here.  Sigh.

Thanks to friend and boarder Jennifer for these pics . . .

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Today it’s supposed to be 111 here.  I’m not sure whether going to the beach makes it better or not . . . you have to come back!

 

 

Posted July 30, 2016 by stablewoman in Events