They say bad things happen in threes. I surely hope all the bad is gone from my life for a while.
First: the chicken massacre from a couple weeks ago.
Second: the death of my uncle.
Third: the beautiful Nora (my pretty gray mare that all of you adore- almost as much me!) lost her foal. We have no idea what happened. When I returned from the funeral at 1am Wednesday the plan was to go check her on Thursday. I was unable to get out there that day, so Friday morning, Zach and I headed out to find her. And what we found was not what we planned on finding. She was a bloody mess and her back end was all torn up. Literally ripped up and shredded. I have photos for those that want to see them. You can send me an email if you’d like and I’ll share them with you. There was no baby anywhere to be seen. Her bag was swollen. In a 900+ acre pasture there’s no way we’d ever find the baby. Honestly, being torn up like she is, we wonder if there isn’t a mountain lion making its home in that pasture. How else would you explain all that? Anyway, I think I’m done crying about it. The good part is that I can ride her. And even if she doesn’t heal up enough to breed back this year, I can run her all winter, and get her back on a schedule with the other horses so she’ll foal the first of June like the rest of them. I wanted to have photos of a pretty colt to share with you, and instead I got nothing. Bummer.