What an amzing day yesterday was. I found out truly what the meaning of "being exhausted" meant.

We had Chris the vet come out to do a few things yesterday. Let me first say that before any of this stuff took place, Evan and I had to play musical horses and move them all around before the vet got here. It also meant stratigically moving them all so they didnt get upset... do you know how upset horses get when you start changing the routine of their lives? They rely on routine, routine, routine... and when you change something, or move someone around, it just about knocks them all around, like falling dominos.

First thing first, Rusty (the 2yo Canadian Silver colt) had to be moved out of the colts paddock. Well, what a to do. Rusty being a very head strong boy and the leader of Maz and Charles (the two other colts in the paddock) did not want to move out of his kingdom. Funny, I thought I heard a very faint, "hahaha sucked-in" in a most musical tone coming from both Maz and Charlie. Both of whom now felt safe without him in the paddock. Little did Charles know what lay in store for him!

So, Rusty was moved to a crush paddock where he would get his balls removed. OUCH!

A question for you all... which Canine had a very delectible dish of "Horse Testicles" for afternoon tea????

Matilda, naturally.

Next on the agenda was for Cheeky Chops (our 5yo Octagonal gelding who has been in the paddock for 12 months with a tendon injury) to be moved to the Hospital Paddock where he would get his tendon scanned. No drama with him, although once in the HP, walked up and down like a caged lion screaming .... "LET ME OUT OF HERE................." Chops was given a clean bill of health to start racing again.

Eric the Horse (Entirely) was to be brought up to be scoped. Eric is a lovely boy who was brought to us as a rescue horse in terrible condition. Eric (3) was retired yesterday and will live the rest of his life with us doing nothing but grazing the property and drinking.

Charles was to be got from his and Maz's paddock to be put in a stable box as he had to be microchipped. Charles decided that he would take a leaf out of Rusty's book and didnt want to be caught. Maz hightailed it right down the other end of the paddock and crossed his back legs and tried to blend in with the grass - "You gotta catch me if you want me....." Iam sure I saw him secretly laughing that he was being left alone.

Oriana and Sunny (the 2yearling fillies) were next. They were being microchipped as well. Talk about being the bobsey twins.

My beautiful Nanna (Splendid Feeling) and her lovely Private Agenda filly, Lily, were next to come up into one of the small paddocks for Nanna's 16day preg test. "OUCH, BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU PUT THAT" was the word on Nanna's lips when Chris shoved his arm up her.......... lets just say that there is a lovely wee Canadian Silver baby in there.

Kay (Kwila's Ambition) was the next mare into the crush to see if she was close to being in season. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING...GET YOUR ARM, AND I MEAN YOUR WHOLE ARM OUT OF THERE!!!" Not a follicle in sight. So, a quick job with a hormone should see Kay come into season next week and then will go and visit IRISH ROYAL at Lyndhurst.

Do you ever get the feeling when you have gone to the vets, be it for a dog related trip or to buy something that you should be partaking in their practice's PROFIT SHARING SCHEME? Hmmm after yesteday, I believe that we should be up at the top of the list and our bank balance is feeling extremely nervous.

Meanwhile Turkish Trousers refuses to have her baby and is a week overdue. She watched the whole goings on yesterday from the top paddock. Mind you, she did get a bit narcy and started to whine when she didnt get any hay for lunch yesterday. Trousers has been told today, she has to have the baby before next Saturday as her owners are coming down from Cairns to visit her and her foal. It seems to be the trend this year with pregnant mares i.e. the later the better.

Well that was yesterday, Friday. I must mention that all the horses had to be taken back to their original place of origin. Evan and I came inside and had lunch at 4pm and then dinner at 6. This was followed by an extremely early night with the plan to sleep in a little today (Saturday).... hmmm best laid plans of mice and men.

Helen.

P.S. If you are ever planning to call us here at 6.30am in the morning it had better be for a good reason!!!!

AAAARGH!!!!