The Yard

I went to the yard as usual last night to see Jazz my 14.2 welsh sec D cob and found out that Gwen the yard owner’s horse had had her foal. I was really excited and rushed into see Gwen and her baby. It was a little filly that looked exactly like Gwen. I son found out though, that Steve, the yard owner, and Sonia, a friend that also keeps horses down at the yard, were doubtful as to weather the filly would live. She was having trouble suckling and standing alone so Steve had to keep going in the stable and giving Gwen a hand, although she was trying her best to nudge the filly towards her teats. We left the new foal and her mum alone to bond some more. Myself and Sonia went to our stables and I found Jazz's wound powder and I took two slices of bread from the bag whilst Sonia made up her horses, Tia and Prides feeds. After the feeds had been made and water had been added we started walking towards the field gate. We let ourselves through and walked through the cow field, talking all the way. Once we reached the horse’s field I opened the gate and let Tia out and took her to her bucket of feed whilst Sonia grabbed Pride and took him to his bucket. Once the horses had begun eating we walked back over to Jazz and I asked for Sonia’s opinion on Jazz's sarcoid. She agreed that Jazz had probably caught it on something causing it to bleed. Between us, we managed to cover it in wound powder. After this, I got my Mane and Tail conditioner and cautiously sprayed Jazz's forelock.I was very surprised to find that she stood quiet as a lamb while I continued to spray her because before she was scared of the noise made by the bottle. I let myself out of the field and saw Pride cantering over to Tia's feed. Sonia smacked his bum with the lead rope and he bucker at her so she smacked him again. He galloped off and once he calmed down I caught him. Sonia came over and took him from me and proceeded to lead him around the field to calm him down. Once Tia had finished eating, we put both Pride and her back in the field. We said bye to the horses and walked back down to the yard. We got back down there and again went to look at the foal. It still looked ill because its legs and hips are too big for its body, and its having trouble pooing. For now though, it’s alive.

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