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It’s been a rather hectic couple of days around here.  First, we’ve had a colicky horse. The owner spent as much time as she could with her, but finally had to go home.  Billy and I went out about midnight, night before last, and made her trot around the sick pen.   She had seen the vet, and he gave her painkillers and a gallon of mineral oil, but exercise is still helpful to get things moving inside.  Just after midnight, she passed a few little hard biscuits — encouraging, but not enough.  We went back out about three in the morning and did it again.  At first, she only managed a few more hard little lumps, but then we heard a most encouraging “Poot — plop!”  She had started passing oil.  The worst was over, and today the mare is just fine.  With almost three hundred horses, you’re bound to get a few problems like this, but it’s always an anxious time.

I had been reading a book called Dinosaurs without Bones, about studying dinos from their tracks, toothmarks, nests — everything but bones.  One of the most exciting finds for paleontologists is a nice coprolite; fossilized dinosaur dung.  I would imagine only a horse person with a colicky critter would be as excited about a nice big lump of dung as a paleontologist.  Or study it as closely.

Yesterday morning, Marion and I had a pleasant short ride.  I wasn’t at my best after my interrupted night — after seventy you really need your sleep — but we still had a good time.  Then I came back and had a nice long nap.

It was a good thing.

We were watching TV about seven-thirty last night, when Xena , out in the yard, went off like a fire alarm.  After “wow-wow-wowing” for a few moments, she flew through the doggie door, and rounded up Peaches.  Through the doggie door they went, though Peaches only made it halfway.  She is sure that discretion is the better part of valor.  They both were barking the alarm, but to them, a bunny hopping by may be a cause for excitement.  We didn’t get up.

A minute later, we realized that the police helicopter was circling above us.  It was very low, using its searchlight, and right overhead.  I finally got up and looked out, then started reporting back.

“There’s a pickup coming from the other side.  No, make that two — or three.  There’s someone on foot, too; I can see flashlights bobbing along.  Here comes a fire truck, too, up on the road.  It’s got its lights and siren going . . . there comes another one.  And a police car, and an ambulance, and another police car . . . ”  At that point, Billy got up, got into his pickup, and went out to see what was going on.

A car had come off Manor at high speed, and crashed through the pasture fence.  He had made it under the fence without being decapitated, and was wedged tightly.  There’s only one horse in that pasture, and he was as far away from the commotion as he could get.  While the fire department was figuring out how to approach the situation, Scott caught the horse and took it over to an empty pen.  After looking things over, Billy decided to have the two horses in the next pen moved as well.  It was too dark to see if there had been any damage to the fence on their side.  We had plenty of helpers, and luckily some empty pens.

The driver of the car had been alone, and was taken away in the ambulance.  A tow truck hauled the car up the embankment, and off to the junkyard, I would imagine.  Things slowly quieted down.

This morning, I went out and took a couple of pictures of the crash scene.  It’s apparent that the car got quite a way into the pasture.

wreck

He took out two posts, but didn’t break the top rail, though it separated slightly at a joint.

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As it turned out, there was no problem with the next pasture, so those horses could go right back in.  This pasture, however, may take a few days to fix.  I heard Billy on the phone today, explaining to the investigator that there was really not much financial damage.  The crew can fix it pretty easily.  That’s Billy for you — no inflated claims for the insurance company.  And there will be an insurance company; it was apparently a rental car.

That’s the third car in the last thirty years or so to go under that fence.  No fatalities so far — and the fence has never broken completely.  But there have been some frazzled nerves; both ours and the equines involved.

And do you know what we were watching last night?  “Wreck-it Ralph”.  Yes, we have low tastes.  But wasn’t it appropriate?

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Posted October 4, 2014 by stablewoman in Events

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