With foaling season rapidly approaching, I was reminded of a sad time that had a happy ending.
A few years ago I had a mare named Camelot Mistress Sydney. Syd, for short. Sydney has had some amazing babies for me. She produced many red ribbon winners, (red being first here in Canada).
That year Sydney lost her foal, while foaling the umbilical cord detached prematurely creating a lack of oxygen to the foal. Consequently the foal was not breathing when it was born.
Approximately 10 days later my veterinarian called asking if Sydney might be the kind of mare to raise an orphan foal. At that point we had nothing to loose. Sydney loves her babies, all babies in fact, as she often would let other mares foals nurse off of her while out to pasture together.
The oxytocin shots brought her milk back in and at the first nicker from that foal Sydney went into a tail spin. All she wanted was that foal in her stall. We slowly introduced the two. The foals owners were very skeptical. I can understand their hesitation, You see the Belgian mare weighed 2200 lbs. Their foal was a standardbred, weighing only about 50 lbs.
Once again out of a sad experience can come joy.
- Ever once in a while a horse comes along that wraps its self with in your heart. Rein is one of those horses. She will never tower over all the other horses, or become the Alfa of the herd. Rein had a slow start in life a first foal for Durkheim, coming 2 & 1/2 weeks early. Her mom only produced half the milk she required to start her young life. She quickly got use to milk replacer as a supplement, organic probiotic yogurt, (my horses will get what ever they need to help them survive), along with supplements recommended by the fenway foundation. At 4 years old she is a beauty. Like I said she will never be a 17 hand horse, but she surpassed 17 hands in my heart along time ago. There is truth in the old saying, Good Things Come In Small Packages!
- A newly approved stallion.
- Fait accompli
- The year in review….
- The morning at Camelot