It's been fairly quiet at the Sanctuary lately (knock on wood). Monday night the farrier came back out to trim Dude and Rain. We still have a handful of horses to trim. The hard part is scheduling the appointments (oh and paying the bill).
We are so far behind on everything this year. It's only been in the last week and a half that we've had nice enough weather to think about going outside and getting things done. Usually by this time I've had horses out on the lawn for at least a couple of days. I can say with assurance that the horses will not be going out on the pasture over Memorial Weekend as they have in the past. We'll be throwing hay until the first of July to give the new grass a chance to grow. I may have to find the neighbor and beg to use his pasture for the month of June. I hate to ask but don't really want to be using expensive hay. Only by having to buy extra hay are we actually not panicking currently about hay. Of course I had an opportunity to buy hay but there's no money right now. I'm still collecting money to pay for last year's hay. And now we have spring shots right around the corner.
When time permits, I have taken to haltering Rabbit and letting her out to eat her grain and meds and then snitch some green grass. She really has been served an unjust life. Had she found her own person to make her shine, I think she would have been a much happier horse in life. Instead she was turned into a broodmare and not handled much. I need to make a point to mess with her more.
I had plans last night but was so exhausted I could barely think. So instead Mike and I opted to stay home and turn into vegetables. I quiet weekend with rain would be a nice reprieve. Then I wouldn't feel guilty about not doing anything except napping. But you know that wont' happen.
I can't decide if I'm going to go to the monthly Mitchell Horse Sale or not. I'm so exhausted and not sure that either my mind or my heart can handle the pleading looks from those in the back pens. There's no money to bring anyone in what with all the bills we are currently facing. It breaks my heart to go but it breaks my heart to not go. It's such a catch 22. I just don't know what to do. I wish there was a sign of some sort.
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