Surprise!

 

Well, my morning was exciting - how was everyone else's?  lol

Let me start off with the most important details first: it's a boy!  Earlier than expected!  Solid black, with a blaze like a stick with a crescent moon on the top.  As of when I left, he'd done all the things except pee; he gets his IGG check tomorrow, but at this point he seems to be happy and healthy.  At least at the moment, we're calling him Bishop (daddy has a chess-themed name).

Now... details? :)

First of all, can I just say that text chats when the BOs are nocturnal and you're not and the mare has the baby first thing in the morning are fucking hilarious?  Like... this morning's was a picture of Cessa with a white stripe behind her butt, followed by a series of, "Wait, what?", "Is that... a baby?", "I don't know, we're getting pants on to go check," and "Are you even kidding me?" messages.  Which I'll grant you is far more coherent than the last time, when there were five different "baby"s in the chat, with various punctuation, before any of us managed more words, but still pretty damn funny.

We weren't expecting Cessa to foal for another couple of weeks!  She's been in the barn and under camera for a while anyway, because it's been raining constantly and it's way easier to leave her in the stall for vet visits, and because she passed 320 days about a week ago.

So this morning... the BOs went to bed; I got up.  Half an hour after they'd gone to bed, one of them got up and happened to walk past the cameras just in time to see baby boy sitting up out of the bag.

Cue hilarious text messages.

I called in sick - which I'd actually been considering that before realizing there was a baby, because my ridiculous dog decided to refuse to poop until 5 AM this morning and if there had been a chat bubble over my head, it would have just said "..." - and drove up there, and we all sat around chatting and watching momma and baby do momma and baby things until he'd hit most of the milestones and we were all varying levels of "ready for bed" and "starving."

We were all hoping for a girl, except for my husband, who was hoping for... a black boy.  lol So more to come on whether this little guy gets sold or stays...

Bachelor #3

When I wrote my post about Dragon's ancestry, I mentioned the third stallion at the barn (at the time - there's four now!) and how I didn't have any good pictures of him.  Well, turns out he's the boy that got Cessa knocked up, and we ended up taking pictures of him this weekend.  

So now I have pictures!

As for my girls... Oh my god, Cessa is huge.  Poor baby.  She's decided that the stall where they stuck her for her shots when it was raining last week is just... where she lives now.  ("They bring me food, they bring me water, they turn on a fan... why would I leave?" lol)  She's so big, she can't roll over.  And she's uncomfortable enough that she's actually turning down food sometimes - which, y'all.  The only animal I've ever met that was as food-motivated as this mare is my dog, who was half-starved and 15lbs underweight when our friends found him in their back yard.  Poor mare is miserable.  

And Dragon is currently huge too, but in that whole, "Oh my god, will you stop growing vertically, please?" way.  We haven't sticked her, but she's gotta be pushing 15 hands at this point.  Not quite there, but close.

Resurfacing

Hello!  It's been a while.

The world is on fire.  Or on plague.  Whichever you want to call it.

And my AC is currently non-functional in the middle of an 80 degree heatwave, and the county goes fully locked down as of midnight tomorrow night.  (Because of course our charming governor hasn't the balls to make that call yet...)

So we're all doing about as well as could be expected.

However, there is one small piece of brightness in the universe.  One born 3/18.

Better pictures will have to wait for quarantine to end, but can I introduce you to a Dragon?

I know she's soft and fluffy, but I promise you, that's a Dragon.  Or maybe a Dragonfly, but her barn name will be Dragon.  Formal name is pending me making up my mind...


Her IgG was in the tank, so she got a little plasma treatment (hence the bandage), but she's getting the stylish wrap off today and is doing perfect now.  And will hopefully get to go out into a paddock soon, as I'm told she's that special brand of spitfire that happens when a new baby has been cooped up waaaay too long and is about to start climbing the walls.

Playdays

Still not a lot of news on the me riding front - fat mare is still fat, weather and allergies still kicking lots of ass and taking lots of names - but the young stallions my BOs own are starting to get out and about.  We've attended a couple of local playdays where one of the boys was out competing.

Well.  Ok.  Competing might be a strong word.  The first one - his first playday - he was dead last in everything, with runs somewhere around 3-4 times as long as the winners. lol But he's trying!  He's getting better at it!

The usual format for these playdays is poles (which we keep missing), barrels, spur (run through cones on one side of the arena, loop around a pole, run out through cones on the other side), and the bootlace.  I'm pretty convinced that the bootlace is evil. Or the organizers are, because they put it last so all the horses are used to sprinting back to start after spinning around things.

Look at this thing.

It's a fun chance to practice some photography skills, though!

One day, I will figure out why sometimes his spots are purple when I take pictures.

I love the dust on this one.

Scary stallion coming through, y'all.

I was cracking up when I was editing this one - you'd never know she did the entire pattern in a beautiful hunter lope.

Summertime odds and ends

Let's start this post off with a game!

The game is called:

Pregnant Mare or Headed for the Dry Lot Life!!

Good lord.

Hint: she's in heat.  And she doesn't have a date.

Yeahhh.  She's been up in the north pasture, full of clover, for a couple of months and we've all been either rained out or unmotivated to walk that far, so nobody had really clocked just how fat she'd become.  Vet spotted her during pregnancy checks last week and flat-out said she needs to lose 300 lbs.  As soon as there's a spot, somebody gets to live in the dry lots instead of the ungodly lush pasture, and if I thought there was even a quarter of a chance of her keeping a grazing muzzle on, she'd have one this weekend.

Also, please do not look at the tail.  Ms. Tail and Mr. Cowboy Magic and Ms. Water Hose and Mr. Comb all have a date next weekend, and in the meantime, we are all going to pretend that that is a perfectly ordinary tail and not a hellish baseball bat of hair and nasty-ass sharp seed pods from under the trees.  (I don't know what those bastards are - some kind of devil's claw, maybe - but I haaaaaate themmmm, and she apparently loves them so much she has to carry them around in her tail. Regularly.  She's lucky it's fly season, because I'm not above banging it off as high as I can if she does this again when it's not.)

In other news, there are two pregnant mares I'm very excited about (see also: awesome BOs), but the process of getting there has been something of an adventure.

First there was "oh, Best Broodmare gets pregnant if the stallion looks at her."  Yeah, well, her daughter did... her, not so much.  So BB got a shot and another round of stallion time.  Then, first ultrasound, she a) had twins b) that were already implanted c) too close together.  Try number three, twins again, but this time one of them could be pinched off, so we're good there.  I think.  Today was supposed to be followup ultrasound #2 to make sure the unpinched baby stayed put.

Then there was the adventure in horse hauling.  The trainer we use is three hours away from the barn, and since she was willing to haul, the BOs paid her to haul one batch home and another batch away from training (including two of the three stallions).  We were also planning a cookout for that evening.

So the husband and I are getting our stuff together to head up there - finding shoes, preparing steaks and grabbing BBQ supplies, that kind of thing.  First I get the can you pick up these sides text.

Then I get Want to be a hero? Trainer is stuck with 2 dogs and a trailer full of horses right by you. Horses are fine, humans and dogs need some water. Can you bring her some bottles or something?

What else do you say to that but Sure!

So we grabbed a pitcher, an old dog bowl, and a couple of cups, and drove the mile or so around to go help out.  Introduced husband and trainer, petted dogs, chatted... watched the mastiff lay down with his nuts in the water dish, laughed... you know.  Good times.

Trainer's husband, who was following her anyway, showed up after maybe 20 minutes, and they got the truck going and hit the road again.  We headed home to get back to loading BBQ supplies.

As we were picking up sides, I get another message.  Truck broke down again. We may have to pick them up.

Five minutes later: Wait, problem fixed.

Ten minutes later: Damn. Truck broke down again.  Need to pick them up.

They hadn't made it more than 10 miles from me by then, and round-trip with the trailers would have been an hour and a half, sooo... we mostly called off the cookout.  (I say mostly; when trainer, husband, dogs, and horses finally arrived at the barn, she had had a single banana to eat all day, so there was something of an impromptu "we have burgers and hot dogs and you're going to eat before you drive 3 hours home" cookout.)

Fortunately, between the three husbands that were at the barn that night, they managed to diagnose and repair the truck so that the ride home was much smoother.  And I hear the herd sent down for training are doing great.  :)

Another lovely boy

Well, this summer may turn out to be "let's bathe the ponies and take pictures instead of ride" until September or so.  I don't mind too much, though - collecting my horse from the back end of the 30 acre farm in 80-90 degree weather with 50-80% humidity is... it's not pleasant when no part of the walk is shaded.  It's just not.  I pretty much drive past that end of the farm and make sure my horse is alive and call it good. LOL

Anyway... on to some pictures!  This young stallion is the son of my BOs' best broodmare and full brother to her daughter.

...He also knows where the camera is and what it's about. This is literally the closest I've got to an outtake (other than a few blurry ones where my focus went wonky):

Can we be done now? Please?

And we had a friend!

Handsome boy

I think I mentioned elsewhere that my BOs have offered me a baby to replace Justice; this is so incredibly generous of them, and I can't even put into words how much I appreciate it.  They're even letting me pick who mom and dad will be!

After some deeply considered thought and a lot of indecision, mom is going to be either the best broodmare on property or her daughter; they ended up deciding to breed both and let me pick rather than make me pick between the two mares.  (The other baby will be for sale, I believe.)

Dad was the easy part.  Farm's got some really nice studs, most of which I've known since birth, but I've kind of had my eye on this guy.  Just... the pictures I've had of him until this weekend looked an awful lot like this:

Which, I mean... he was a cute baby, but "cute baby" and "actually worthy of breeding to" are... not necessarily the same.

Especially when he's grown up a little!

Or a lot.  :)  He's 4 this year, and this will be his first crop of foals.  He got lightly started over the winter, and he'll be going back for training in a few weeks so he can start showing.  We already know he'll clear a 5 foot fence handily.  (No, that wasn't planned.  It also wasn't to get to mares.  Guess he was bored!)

Regardless of which mare... Although color is not a factor here unless all other things are identical, both babies should come out black or bay/brown, with ~ 50% chance of spots.  Both will also be high draft percentage - somewhere in the 75-90% range, as I recall.

The stallion isn't perfect; neither are the mares. But I wouldn't cry to get an exact reproduction of any of the three of them, either, and the worst parts are things like "a little long in the back" or "a little short in the neck" or "your foot is a dinner plate and looks a bit disproportionate" or "that... is a lot of feathering."

I am very quietly excited about this baby.  Cessa is 15 this year, and part of what I was looking forward to with Justice was doing some showing and other events that I'd be hesitant to push an aging broodmare with allergies to do.  The other part was having a horse that my husband could ride, if need be... which this baby totally should be, given the personalities of the equines involved.  (I would be hesitant with Cessa - she could surprise me, but I'd rather not bet my distinctly non-horsey SO's safety and happiness on it.)