Yesterday, morning turnout was calm, civilised and absolutely perfect from everyone. I don’t think it is particularly anything to do with what i am doing, I think it is more that Faith is getting used to the routine.
When I got home from school, Mum shouted over the hedge to me that I should probably get the horses in. It looked rather stormy, and apparently Faith was leaping about because of the sharp windy showers. It was only an hour earlier than I would normally get them in, so I brought them all in, poo picked the field, then went for a coffee with Mum.
I went back over to the stables at about seven, intending to do a little work with Faith’s feet before giving everyone their dinner. Faith seemed a little more tense than usual, she was doing a lot of shallow yawning, which can be a sign of tension, and she had come up in a light sweat. I did a couple of foot lifts and left it at that.
The first thing that went through my mind was ‘Oh cr@p, colic!’ However, I could see that she had done a poo, and other than having this light sweat she seemed pretty much OK. She tucked into her tea with enthusiasm, and was nibbling at her hay. I decided to leave it for then, and see how she was when I did late stables at 10pm.
When I did last checks at about 10.15pm, Faith was nice and dry, and was having a snooze. She had finished her tea, and had done another poo. So I just decided that it was just part of the settling in process, and perhaps she had just had a little moment of anxiety. I have bought her a nice big tub of mint, and will add it to her tea every night just to try and ward off any tense tummies in the future.
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