The story of a little black colt.
Good evening. I really wanted to give you an earlier update on the three yearlings I have full hand with, but yesterday as I was about to get some photos something happened that drove me mad.
I want to tell you the story of a little black colt that found its way into my barn.
Early in the morning I was going to feed my horses. I got help from Mat so everything went a little faster than usual, when I care for the horses and he still sleeps an hour more. I cant blame him, he is working until very late in the evening to get every horse a good workout. His plan is full with preparing Masky for competitions and keeping him in shape, helping DeeDee get comfortable with new situations and people to not be that agressive anymore and also giving riding lessons to Tiffany with Twoface. He is a pretty busy guy handling all three horses workout alsmost every day and I cant blame him if he sleeps a little longer.
I have my packs aswell, having finally Sue back in her sporty shape, loosing all that momma-belly, working hard with Sia for regular competitions to be able to pay bills and training the youngsters. Luckyly with that I got help from Mrs Rose. She loves to work with the yearlings and even if she cant really ride that much and work as had as we she still is pretty fit and does so much interessting groundwork and lungeing sessions with the foals that I bet they will grow up to be great horses to go with.
But lets get back to the story. So I was just finished with feeding and went back into the house to prepare breakfast for Mat and me. That was when I got a call from Mrs Rose. She seemed to be in an urgent situation and barely got a clear sentence together. It was as if she almost cried, but with a god amount of anger in it. I havent had the time to think any longer when she told me the adress I had to drive to with my trailer. I quickly wrote a note for Mat and pulled my winterjacket over, rushed to the car and got going.
I definetly drove to fast most of the time and I am lucky noone caught me, but I arrived an hour later at a pretty neat looking big establishment. It was a big equestiran center for boarders, almost like a riding academy but I dont know where to put it exactly. I was immediatly greted by Mrs Rose who almost pulled me out of the car not having properly parked. I got awkward looks from a few riders coming back from their trail ride and one big bellied older man wanted me to leave immediatly and take the old lady with me.
Shortly after him there came two vets and another woman with a face and mimic that already told you that she could kill anything in her way. Something was really off there and I did not hesitate to follow Mrs Rose who was dragging me on my arm to go into the left barn side.
She pulled me to an opened box, a blanked covered, I assumed dead, horse got just carried out of there by a few vet helpers as fast as they could to not get any more attention they already had gotten.
And I really dont want to go too much into detail, but the view was horrifying. And the fact that Mrs Rose told me 'it' should be killed aswell got me shivers down my spine as I looked into the stall. A little black colt laid down in a corner of the stall, shivering from cold, sock and I dont know what happened to him. It seemed like maybe a week old or two, I dont really know. Finally the big bellied man, who introduced himself as the equine facility manager , caught up to us and shouted in anger. "What the hell are you doing! I am going to call the police now!" I just removed all his swear words from that, dont want to go into it too deep.
"You wont kill that foal! We take it, this is horrifying business what you are doing here, wanting to kill a foal just because his mother died off a colic and noone has the time to care! What do you even think you're doing!" I couldnt believe, Mrs Rose was in rage and her face was completely red from anger and shouting! What was happening here?
My morning started peacfully and calm and its just 9 am and I am in an uncontrollable situation. I was so happy that a stabelhand had already called the police, that arrived and got some sorting into the situation. Apparently what Mrs Rose had screamed in rage was all true. The big establishment usualy does not allow pregnant mares to be boarded here and one persons mare was.
She gave birth to a black colt about a week ago and the boarding-contract was immediatly canceled. They were supposed to move out yesterday as the foal would have been strong enough to be transported. There were a few miscommunications between the boarder and the manager and apparently the manager poisoned the mare to give her a colic she would not survive. I dont kow about his intentions why he did such thing if they were supossed to move out just the same day but because of that colic they werent able to, and then the mare died. I just know that the police was already having an eye out on him as he had some shady business going on. They now were finally abel to arrest him, I dont know and I dont care what happened to the equine establishment, I just hope all boarders and horses are okay.
But back to the little colt that was still lying in that corner. That woman with the two vets came to us a bit later after we all knew she was the owner of the mare and foal. She really loved her mare and had no clue that she was pregnant. She went on a five months trip to Africa and got her mare into seemingly good care. After she heard that her mare gave birth she immediatly came back and wanted to care for her, but it was all too late. It was her only horse left when her own barn went bankrupt. Everything was cleared in police terms so there have been some calm minutes now. Mathew also came driving to us to get to know what happened and we got into conversation with the woman who owns the foal only now. She was so sad about her mare and so terrified not knowing where to put her foal, she was lost.
As we got into talk I told her I have a small ranch and I would take care of the foal. I do have experiences with raising foals due to Smarty and Smokey so that wont be the problem. A little smile showed up in that womans face.
"Danc With Somebody!"
"Thats his name. He shall dance with somebody he can fall in love and trust with. He will have a loving home with yours! You are strangers to me and to this whole situation and you still offered help without hesitation. I might not be emotionally able to visit him, but who knows, maybe one day I can! I want to! I hope I will!" the woman wiped aways her tears and started smiling widely. "I cannot thank you for that offer, just give him the time, love and safety he needs."
It was weird, she turned around and got that foal a loving and soft hug in the corner it was laying. Then we shoke hands, got the foal loaded up into the trailer and also took that woman with us to show her the colts new home. I promised her to keep a good look after him. It was hard for her, but it also took a big responsibility and burdern from her shoulders.
Now the little colt is lying in a corner still. In a warm corner, filled with straw and hay, warmth and calm noises from neigbouring mares. Right next tothe black one Silky got aware of him and took first contact, calling out for him and he seemed to whinny back pretty quietly. He had no strenght to go on today, I tried bottle-feeding him, but he was way to exhausted. I dont know what the next days will bring, but I hope that little black colt will be strong.
~ I wish for christmas! I wish him to be strong to survive! ~