Happy, happy...

Another fun filled weekend on the farm...Saturday evening Emma was acting very colicky.  She was very withdrawn, tense and every few minutes she would pin her ears and hunch her back up; clearly having cramps.  I gave her a dose of Banamine, worked at tracking down a vet on a Saturday night in case I needed one and took her and Ramsey for a walk around the pasture.  After  the drugs kicked in and about 45 minutes of walking she was finally able to pass some manure.  It is ridiculously amazing just how happy an equine owner can get at seeing yet another pile of poop.

I have been watching Emma like a hawk for the last 24 hours and trying to devise ways of convincing her to drink more water.  I finally made her a concoction of hay pellet soup that I was able to get her to slurp down and I will probably try to continue that until the weather finally warms up.  The recipe that worked in case anyone needs it is:

1 cup of hay pellets soaked in 1/2 gallon of warm water

a teaspoon of molasses

a couple of pelleted, apple flavored treats dissolved along with the hay pellets

I had to squirt some of the resulting mess into her mouth with a syringe at first, but once she decided that it tasted good, she drank the rest.  I think I will ad her vitamins to the mix and give her some each day.  She needs more water.  I finally breathed easy late this afternoon after I had to clean up several more lovely piles and she and Ramsey went out into the field for a romp and a wrestling match, both feeling good.

I remembered at some point this afternoon, while I was concocting Emma's green brew, that it is St. Pat's day, which means that it is also Tessa's birthday.  That reminded me that I completely forgot Gabe's birthday a couple of weeks ago.  Good thing horses don't care about such things.  They just think every day is a birthday.