Diary of a Broodmare ... Cont.

Hoof Date: Saturday 12th September, 2009

Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitation
And in the middle of the celebrations
I break down

Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

(Lennon / McCartney)

Do I need to say anymore? The milk's coming in ... I got this stomach to manage. Can I have some hay? AAArgh..............

Good Golly Miss Molly!

Talk about a sweet child! Miss Molly and her mum, Dirty are doing great guns and we're very pleased with how Miss Molly is coming along. Mum wont let her out of her sight for very long at all - except when she is eating! LOL

Diary of a Broodmare

HOOF DATE: 5th September, 2009.


Finally I get to use the computer - buggar Twitter: I have more to say that 160 keystokes.

It rained last night - I rolled and rolled until I was covered in the most glorious mud pack - needless to say the missus wasnt very amused this morning when she came to spy on my leg and could hardly find my eyes for the mud. In fact she was so insensed that she got a bucket of water (should I mention that it was cold?) and a cloth and washed my face. Is nothing sacred? It took me hours to complete the mud-pack look?

Then we went through the motions of her wanting to wash my leg (for something completely different) - I didnt want to move and stood my ground (some people call me stubborn but I dont know what they're talking about!) because Dirty was going to be let out of the stable with that darling little foal (*sigh*) and I didnt want to miss a minute of that - so I stood still and after I had seen darling little Molly I gave in and I let her lead me over to the side and jet my leg.

With my belly as big as it is, whats the use of fighting wth her?

So we go through the motions as she hoses my leg, sings to me songs from the 70s and 80s (which if the truth be known, I dont really mind - but I wouldnt tell her I just act indifferent) and then I get fed some hay.

*Sigh* One of the positives of being pregnant is the abundancy of hay. Gossy says that one of us needs to keep being pregnant so this continues. I know that she went off the other day to Publishing ... she wont tell me what happened or if she's .... you know.

The missus says I will be back to see the handsome hunk Conatus this year if I go ok. She says "Its up to you Miss Pip, we'll see how you go".

*Sigh* I can feel bubs moving .. not long to go now. Isnt it time to be fed?

Welcome to the World!

GOOD GOLLY, IT'S MISS MOLLY!

Wednesday night - both Evan and I were walking zombies after commencing foal watch. Evan had gone to bed at 7pm and I was doing my normal "shift" until 1am.

Dirty girl (Dirtiere) had started waxing up the day before and there had been some milk present Wednesday am so we knew that she was close. I was checking her every half an hour and at around 10pm Dirty went into labour. I have to say that Dirty's foaling-down was text book and even though she was a maiden, she took to it like a professional and got down to the business of delivering her first foal.

One of the things that fascinates me about nature is watching a mare deliver a foal, especially a maiden, and the look of unexpected horror when they see this "thing" sitting there after delivery.

One of the things that absolutely gets me every time is the beauty of mother nature at work as maiden mum gets to know this "thing" that she has delivered.

I have to say that it took Dirty an hour or so to come to terms with Molly. Once Molly was up and suckling, the penny dropped and Dirty knew what her job was and ever since she has been the best mother - very protective and very loving towards her new charge.

Well done Dirty, you are doing a great job for a first time mum!

Happy Birthday...

Happy Birthday Evan

May Your Day be Filled With Lots of Crownies

And Lots of Winners

Lots of Love from Helen and all the Massie Lodge Critters

(both Canine and Equine)

xxxxoooo