Horse Sense....

 

 

Ok, this week's been crazy so I haven't written every day or couple of days, so let me start with how things are right now, and then work backwards.

Fenny went into labour tonight.  Excellent timing - I was right there and it was a very cool experience.  Vid's up on Instagram because let's face it, who doesn't love a baby coming into the world.

And it was super fun to start with.

After an hour and 45 minutes, I called the after hours Vet (NOT our normal horse-baby-making Vet) because she was noticeably in labour but no calf hooves were happening.  Vet turned up, I learnt a whole heap about calving cows, ropes, not letting go of ropes, chains, more ropes, manky cows in labour and then it got dark.  

Fenny was having a little bull calf and he was huge.  You can see the size of his hooves on Insta, HUGE.  

Vet's boss then turned up.  

Everyone worked really hard to get a successful end result, and have a fairly painless labour but it did not work out that way.  Feeny's calf died 4 minutes before we were able to get him out.  He was breathing most of the time and doing ok, then he wasn't.

I hate Death and the way he silently walks up and stands next to you, patiently waiting.

He really annoys me.  Mostly because I love the living part of life so much.  The magic that happens in the breath and breathing and the being, so when the magic stops, it hurts my soul.  

However, I did everything right, the Vet did everything right and then the Vet's boss, did everything right.  It was just one Mother of a suckful, end result.

On a positive ntoe, I was almost smack bang on my timing re the birth, I told you she wasn't anywhere near 8 weeks away.

Which also means that Flash is not following too far behind.  Although I have been given strict instructions re Flash's labour from the vet.

So, let me run through the rest of the week:

1) Mares is as manky as poo at the moment.  This may or may not be a good thing to think, but I have a nasty suspicion that she may be carrying twins.  She shouldn't be, we terminated the first twin when we originally found out, scanned to make sure it was definitely gone and it was, but you know, I've got that weird ass feeling.  And she won't let me anywhere near her foal.  It's a bit late now though, there's not one thing I can do about it if she is carrying twins, it's too late to do anything about it.  I hope I'm wrong.  

2) The Clair-senses are working beautifully with the little ones.  I'm putting some serious effort in here and it's bringing a special kind of magic to life.  Although to be fair, I'm not feeling very fucking magical right now.

3) Caps has the hump because, wait for it, since Buzz left, Flash took over the bunting with the horns so now Caps is scared of Flash.  And then Fenny got on the bandwagon so he's now also scared of Fenny.  And Caps now expects me to fix this.  How, I have no idea.  So now he's sulking.

But to be fair, so much has worked this week that I can't say that Spirit haven't stood with us, because they have.  But it's been an odd Spiritual week.  Spirit have forced my hand in a few things.  Touched my boundaries, made me reaffirm my boundaries in others, what works, are there any leaks, so it's been quite hard work.  Spirit have also forced me to walk away a couple of times, just because the well was dry.  Does that make sense?  

But it's been the magic which has been the focal point.  

Spirit have said, You can have this if you want, but if we give you this, you can't have the magic.

 

 

 

If I can't have the magic, I don't want it.  

That includes: money, work and/or men.

I will not let go of, make smaller or walk away from these Clair-senses.  

Wishing you much love my friend, and of course, my humans.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, Peanut, Fenny and Flash +1 and of course, my darling Mares.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

* Many, many blessings of love for our little baby bull.

** I went out to see Fenny just before and she's still lying down, but has moved closer to her little calf, so she can be near him.

I hate Death.

But I love the magic.

*** Fenny's ok today.  Quiet but ok.  

**** I haven't been able to touch Mares today.  We haven't been able to bury our little bull which means I'm Tapu, until we can.  My belief system is that the transitional period of a close person (or animal) dying to when they can be buried is sacred.  It is a vortex between the two worlds that you are in, which means that not only do you carry the smell of Death with you, but it is like the Spirit hasn't left you yet, and still walks with you.  A baby is too vulnerable to this Energy which means that you do not touch a pregnant woman or mare, or any pregnant animal.  

This has worked out ok because Mares won't come near me, although she is fairly vocal about her non-touch.

***** I have now lost all of my garden apart from a few stray tomatoes which Chew doesn't like, and the odd snap pea.  

But we do have watermelons.

****** And last but not least, Ralph comes when he's called.  No matter where he is, I stand on the deck, call his name and he comes a running.  You hear his little hooves tap tapping as he runs up the stairs, hoons round the corner, runs up the next lot of stairs to the deck and screeches to a stop in front of me.  

Here!

******* We buried our little bull today.  

Fenny cried.

******** So Miss It seemed like a good idea at the time girl decided that if Fenny had lost a calf and was upset, then to make her less upset, get her another calf.  

This was excellent in theory.  Reality, unfortunately did not quite match.  First off, it's not calving season so finding a day old calf was almost impossible.  Never fear, I love a challenge and with a breezy, If there is a bobby calf to be found, I will find it promptly set off on my mission.  I texted my Vet, called SPCA, my mate Aria put it out on Facebook and while I was waiting for all the bobbies to come floating towards me, I got a text back from my Vet, Go to Tuakau sales.  

Well, ok then.

Went down and the girls were lovely, made a few phone calls and Hey presto! one born last night bobby calf.  So, got the address and went and picked it up.  Got wrong driveway so lovely man had to back float down driveway into correct driveway.  Got calf.  She's cute.  The young one named her, Blue Rose.  Anyway, got home all excited like and popped Blue into the paddock expecting a Mum and daughter reunion.  Which kind of worked.

Fenny went trotting down calling out to her, then came to a screeching halt and went, That's not my calf.

Then things got interesting.  Fenny refused to connect, Blue sulked and I had my (most probably only) good idea, called my friends Geoff and Aria up the road.  Aria was out but she sent down Geoff to help until she got home.  Fenny was jumping fences, the little one sat down and refused to move.  We tried haltering (which didn't work) putting in float (which worked less) and then gave up and waited for Aria to get home, to put in my neighbours yards.  Then we haltered, then leg haltered (so no one got kicked) and tried to get little Blue sucking.  Who point blanked refused.  Hand sucking, hand bottle, hand open your mouth and poured in - nope, nope, nope and nope and here we are.

Fenny and Blue in my neighbours yard, separated by a fence, both a little pissed off, both sulking, but we hope, fingers crossed a little falling in love.

There was no room to take photo's.

********* And my car is finally fixed.  Insurance paid for the work done, the galloper paid for the courtesy car and petrol and I ended up not being one cent out of pocket.  Many thanks, Andrew xx

********** And on the Is it still the same week... the young one called me today and he got his scholarship for his final year of Masters.  

All course fees are paid plus $15,000.

I am so freaking proud of you, baby.

This has been an insane week.