I wasn't ready to write about this last week because I wasn't sure how things would turn out.
Last Wednesday night, we had a terrible thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and Peach, one of our rescue horses, got loose.
When we woke on Thursday morning, the Professor knew something was wrong right away. We have a walk-out basement on the side of the house that faces the barn. When the Professor went downstairs, he could make out a figure out the door. When he turned the light on, there was Peach, under the deck waiting for him! But he couldn't walk. He couldn't put any weight on his front leg. I woke up hearing the Professor running around downstairs. I sat up in bed, and he thrust the phone and a piece of paper with the vet's number on it. "I think Peachie broke his leg. Call the vet. Then call Em."
We have the greatest vet in the whole world. He's in his 70s, and I'm not sure what we will do when he decides to retire. But he is fit as a fiddle, and blessed with the all the knowledge and wisdom of his age.
He was at the house within the hour, took one look at Peach, and said he had nerve damage to his shoulder (a kick from another horse???). Everytime Peach took a step, his hoof turned under, he would drag it, and then stumble. At first the vet said he would treat him as if everything would be okay, but because of his age, the damage to his other front leg from arthritis, etc., we could only be hopeful.
It was painful to watch Peach try to walk. He would trip, catch himself, stumble. I would gasp. But Peach is so smart. He knew how to compensate, and he made adjustments so he could get around. After watching him, the vet said that he was very encouraged.
He gave him a couple shots of cortisone and we mixed some bute with his grain. And most important, the vet asked if Peach was getting picked on. Yes! Harley drives him all the time. So the Professor made a special pasture for him so he could convalesce in peace; basically dividing the barn so Peach could have the double stall and go out the front; and Harley and Gillie pony could go out the back.
However, horses are herd animals. If they can't see each other, they cry. Harley had Gillie to pal around with, but Peach needed a pasture pal.
Enter Georgie!
I tell you! My little sheepie Georgie is everybody's pal! (I'm starting to cry as I re-read this)!
It's been a week, and Peach has made a remarkable recovery! Thank you, Lord!
I found out at the end of last week, that Em and I have been accepted into a local art and craft fair at the end of June! So she is busy knitting, and I am power weaving, trying to make enough "stuff" for our booth.
The Professor reminded me from his art fair days that it's a good idea to have some lower-priced items in addition to the more expensive scarves, etc. So I am making some little treasure purses. I hope the kids like them.
I've been working on some space-warped felted scarves. Before felting...
After felting...
Before felting...
After felting...
Ohhhh. They came out so soft and thick and warm. Yummy! I hope somebody likes them! But I'm saying to myself, it will just be a lot of fun to be out, meet some people, and hand out some business cards and camp flyers. I hope we get a nice sunny day for the fair!
And may you have a nice sunny day today!
Fleece,
Abu
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