Farrier adventures

The farrier came out last week. I hung out (or should I say, hung on to horse) for about 45 minutes, but then had to get back to work so he finished her up on his own. He said he didn't see thrush (we thought there was some under her over-grown frogs), instead it was just the process of her shedding the frogs. He also said thrush would smell much, much worse. It seemed almost impossible that thrush could thrive in such a dry and arid climate, we hadn't gotten any rain or snow in weeks.


Anyway, Naomi was a bit of a jerk about her front feet, a common issue from the time I've had her, but certainly improved with more consistent handling and rope work.  But, with my back injury, I haven't had the capacity to clean her feet daily, or even stoop down so low that I can 'handle' them. She was doing anything she could think of to rip her front right leg out of Steve's grasp... coming close to pegging me in the hoo-ha when she tried to be a 'Broadway Rockette' and do a high kick. She also came very close to sitting down on her butt, to get leverage against poor Steve, when hopping around on 3 legs didn't work. Steve is a young, agile (and rather handsome) guy, but I am still amazed that Naomi hasn't snapped his leg in half or taken him to the ground yet.


Last time he did her feet, he was all alone and she stood well for him apparently, but he remarked that this time, 'She's quite a bit stronger.' 


Oh Naomi. You beefcake.

Pretty in Pink

Why wouldn't I put my large black horse in a pink turnout???