Tuesday, March 31, 2009

If this does not beat all...

I do not know what does.

Finally, I had time to sit down and do some bill paying tonight. Doing everything online is the best thing that has ever happened to me--I can do it when I think of it and not miss deadlines that way.

I logged into one my citibank account, all excited about how much I had paid off recently to see how close to paid off it was--and it was over $2800. I knew that I was not within spitting distance of paying it off, but I could see it from where I was.

Or so I thought. The minimum payment was higher than I thought was reasonable as well, so I thought to check to see if it accounted for the huge interest that accrued before I paid the big amount on it last month.

Good thing I did, as I see NINE charges for Tim Horton Timcards. All the charges were on March 22 and March 23. There was also a charge for foreign transactions, which as a policy I think is INSANE.

So I called Citibank to tell them someone is up to no good on my card, and they were great, other than keeping me on the phone forever. There were still pending charges from last week on there too- evidently my little thief likes donuts and pizza from PizzaPizza.

So be on the lookout for some fat man with a bag full of Timbits--or rather a car full for what he spent, and pizza stains on his shirt. I realize this sounds like me, other than the man part, but I have not been to TimHortons since July and I sure did not run up charges like this two days in a row to the tune of several hundred dollars.

And you people think I exaggerate when I tell you that if I am surrounded by drama, trauma and BS.

Monday, March 30, 2009

excuses excuses

I could make a bunch of excuses about why I have not blogged in dang near a week. But I won't. Well I probably will. I won't tell the good stuff though, as I am in enough trouble as it is around here and the next thing that goes wrong could be the one that does me all in.

I still have no baby from Aries.

It FREAKING SNOWED Sunday morning.

Barry is still bad sick.Baby girl on the other hand, has stopped with the projectile pooping, and is doing well. She gets cuter every day. Pebbles now has tummy troubles, but they appear to be of the normal foal variety and not alarming to me.

I have discovered that the new adult beverage I have started taking on the odd occasion has 350 calories in it. I should never have found that out, as it means I now have 6 that will likely live in my fridge until the cans rust. This is bad news in so many ways. I hear it comes in Light but of course, has anyone seen that around here? Surely not.

I have a training session tomorrow. It will be my third. I love them, they are very hard, and they make me feel good.

Which I really need right now, as I feel like my whole world is crumbling, and most of what has me upset is not even happening to me.

I went to a trivia nite fundraiser this weekend which was surprisingly fun. It did not hurt that I wore pants a size smaller than usual and a large sweater. Which was plenty big. Then I had some nitemares. This was after sleeping 15 straight hours on Friday nite.

Prior to the sleeping, the Magnificent Marvin came over to trim and got 10 done. Then told me that he is for real moving this time. And while he is happy to come to me--which is saying a lot for an Amish man that does not drive--he suspects that once he gets his organic farm off the ground, he will not have time. It feels like a divorce, I swear. He has been integral to our success here. I have options, but none of them close to being Marvin.

And with that, before I become too much of a downer, I will direct you to Mandy's blog magicofmonkeyfeet.blogspot.com to see pics of Gabi's second birthday party which appears to have been precious. And at least she is happy, which I am sure you cannot say of me right now.

I am going to bed. Again.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

This is a riot


Doberman Likes Water Slide - Watch more Funny Videos

I can so see Slater doing this

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The smartest one

I have meant to post this forever, but kept having baby news interrupt. Now since I am too tired to do much else, I have a place for it. This is peeg in his mattress. See how he is down inside the mattress? And he has dragged the comforter there in there with him. You cannot imagine how long it took me to get him to come out and have his picture made. And once he did, he would not leave me alone of course.

Now that it is warming up, Bocephus has taken the comforter out of his mattress. He only spends nights in there now, and evidently does not need his comforter anymore. Either that, or Tequila took it to cuddle up with. Boce has been spending more time in his pigloo--I guess that is his summer home.

In other news, Barry made it home from his trip. He is feeling way better now that he is down at his regular level. He thinks he may have gotten so sick this time because the house they stayed in was also at a high elevation. Normally he stays with Shawn at his house, and it is lower down. He may spend all day on the mountain, but at night, he is at a lower altitude. He is still not hungry and he looks like he does not feel that good, and he seems to be really tired. He saw his ear surgeon today who offered little to no help other than saying, "yep, your eardrum is ruptured. Here is your bill." Thanks.

My first personal training went really well, I thought. I am already sore, and was a little shaky all afternoon, but that is how I like it. I have to log my food, which is a humiliating experience, and cut down on the amount of cardio I have been doing. Who would have thunk?

Monday, March 23, 2009

Scenes from a Spring Sunday

China's first turnout was Sunday afternoon. Look at that precious little face, could she be cuter?
Babies are so funny, they can go from zero to 60 in a heartbeat. Cash was very protective of her for her time out--she tried to keep her in the corner so no one could look at her.
But that was kind of pointless. There is no coralling a new baby who is figuring out how fast her legs can go.
Cash can chase with the best of them though--she was right on her tail as I got the second shot off.

I will have more pics of them soon. While she was out for her turnout, we discovered that she had some gastrointestinal issues of the sort that means something--not normal funny baby poop. That has had me on edge, the vet on consult and the fighting commencing to medicate her. Babies can turn from healthy healthy like she obviously is, to the verge of death in the matter of an hour, but it is also a very bad idea to use antibiotics when they are not warranted. While I could tell anyone else what to do in the same situation, I rely so much on Dr M to tell me when and how to start a particular treatment, because I know I am paranoid and looking for problems that may not be there. He told me exactly what I knew he would and I think I may have it under control. I so hope I am not jinxing anything by saying it out loud. She is still nursing and still feels good, so cross your fingers that we have avoided a potential disaster.
Also on Sunday, I fetched horses out of the back pasture that need to be up off of the fescue grass that is popping up--that was Diablo and Snap. It did not take D long to find someone to boss around, and I thought this pic was funny as it shows their pregnant bellies. Diablo on the left is due May 15--Gypsy on the right is due April 14. She is way bigger in real life than this photo shows.
I knew D would win that stand off--they looked like two studs posturing at each other. It was just a matter of time til one of them cracked.
This is Voodoo, he is supposed to go to training any day. However, in fetching him from the back pasture, it became apparent to me that the new hay SUCKS. They have been on it about three weeks and they all look terrible. This tends to happen as the new grass is springing up, but normally our hay is so good that they maintain better than this. OK, they stay fat. Our horses are always fat unless there is a reason like they are 150. But Voodoo here has lost his butt, a bunch of width in his chest--he just does not look good. In fact, Phoenix, the two year old filly that is the spitting image of him, has been in a different pasture for the last month, eating different stuff, and she has passed him in size, hands down. Voodoo is normally pretty thick, so this broke my heart.

I know we will get them all back in shape, and I knew it was bound to happen eventually--that we would end up with hay that does not do what it should--but it still makes me feel terrible.
On a good note, look at Tango's leg---the healing is amazing. You can see where the new baby fine hair is growing in--none of that skin was there even two weeks ago. The open area over her knee was as big as the palm of my hand, and now we have just a bit of scabbing, no swelling, not proud flesh to speak of--it looks really good. And she has still never been off on it at all. We must have some sort of special healing vibes around our place for these weird ugly should-be-catastrophic injuries, as they have all turned out so well over the years.

So that was part of my day yesterday, a sunny afternoon, good sun for pics, good things to take pics of and only the one crappy matter of the hay causing the horses to not look so good. Of course, that is the one thing I am obsessing about.

I should be able to get China back out in a few days as soon as I know she is going to be all right, so I can get some more pics. She is absolutely darling. Full of piss and vinegar, but darling

Sunday, March 22, 2009

This is about right

Here is a photo I received on my phone from one of Barry's friend's last nite. Only my husband would drink a PBR. Not only is he doing it in public, but he is in BED, and he is on oxygen.

Good Lord.

My day was a series of clusterf%&*s. Suffice it to say that if Barry lives through this mess, and is ever able to get home, he has some fence repair to do. And God willing, he will not have to dig a hole, as I have a sick baby that I am watching pretty closely and doctoring. That allowed her to knee me in the nose making me think it was surely broken. I forgot about that though when I went to dinner at Jenna's. Ol girl can cook, and makes my favorite foods for me like bacon-wrapped asparagus. And Mike is the steak man extraordinaire, so it was easy to forget that my nose hurts. I might be real cute in the morning.

Aries is still hanging on to the baby.

I have a challenging work week to get through. Bear with me, and when I get a chance, I will post some pics of Cash's baby girl on her first turn out ever--so cute!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Thirty-two years

Today marks thirty two years since I got burned. We call this Crispy Critter day and it is usually a big party day for us. Might as well celebrate it, since it made me who I am today--whether that is good or bad is usually up for debate around here.

Anyway, this year is a little more sedate, as Barry is on the boy trip skiing still.

Jenna and I decided to go shopping near St Louis to celebrate. Usually that means we go to one store, then to Hooters for a cold beer, then to another store, then for another cold beer. We may or may not get much done in the way of shopping, but who cares?

Today was different. We were on a forced march. We went to Target to get stuff for Sam's birthday this week, and look at new swimming suits--I am obsessed with cheap swimmers. Did not buy a one though.

I did however try on a pair of jeans in a smaller size, and they fit! I did not like them, so I did not buy them--again not the point.

We went to lunch, then to another store that usually has a lot of selection in my size--what I normally call "circus size". First Jenna bought some shoes that made her day, and then we got to my section and it was a complete bust. I wanted to cry.

I was hanging out by the dressing room while I waited on her, when I decided to try on a shirt from the regular section. And the damn thing fit. It was two sizes smaller than I normally wear. I could not believe it. That set me off on a spree and I bought a bunch of stuff but had to try it all on. Good thing too, as even XL was too big in one of the sweaters--Jenna made me get large instead. I doubt I have bought a large sweater since junior high when I was a stick.

That made my day.

Then I talked to Barry. I knew he still did not feel good, as I had talked with him this morning. He was breathing hard when he answered the phone, and I wondered what in the world he was doing. He was huffing and puffing--and dragging an oxygen machine. The poor boy is so sick, he had been to the hospital and they put him on oxygen for altitude sickness. He is weak, has terrible headaches, is drowsy and cannot stay awake, and just hurts. He cannot get his breath, either. On top of all that, he has a ruptured eardrum--those ears are going to be the death of him.

Hell of a way to enjoy boy trip huh?

All in all, an odd day. I hope he feels better soon, although how much can he do, lugging his oxygen with him like an old man?

Aries is still pregnant, do not ask me how. I am now home with my puppies for a few hours--I have not seen them in days, I have been so busy at the farm. I am hoping this foal watch is over tomorrow, so I can do something else for a while

Friday, March 20, 2009

Holding pattern

This is Aries at 7:30 p.m. last nite. This is what led me to suck it up and go to the farm to sleep with her after the Illini got their asses kicked in the NCAA tourney.

Unfortunately, this is what Aries still looks like. I went to sleep at 1:30, got up at 2:20, 4 am, 5:45 and 7 am....and the only difference is that now she has wax on both sides.

Oh well, my comforter at the house was still not dry anyway, so I would not have slept better there either. I had to run the dryer for the fourth time this morning. The flood in the laundry room got soaked up by dirty sheets, before they were washed, in case you were wondering if there was still water standing in there.

This is what Aries looked like after I pulled half a horse of hair off of her last nite. She has just the tiniest bit of summer coat growing on top, so she is bald and scurfy. She will not make pretty mama pics until she gets a bath, and even then she might be questionable.

If she does not spit this baby out tonight, she will be on her own tomorrow to work it out for herself, as I am going on a shopping trip for summer clothes in this size. Which to be honest is not that much smaller than my previous size. I did get the nerve to weigh last nite and I have not gained any more than the original pound or pound and a half, which is amazing to me.

Anyway, the trip tomorrow is to celebrate Crispy Critter Day--32 years since I got burned. That is amazing to me.

I am looking forward to posting some other stuff and other pics, I bet you are all getting bored of baby and business pics by now, aren't you?

Thursday, March 19, 2009

SNAFU

Is this cute--Cash and her baby, when she was not yet dry. This pic was taken this morning--I hate using flash but it is necessary in that stall. It is slow, so you don't end up with the pic you wanted to take, and it scares the baby. But this was not bad.

In other news......

Situation Normal All F%*&$@ Up.

That is the story of our lives.

Poor Barry is finally on his boy trip he has been trying to get on for two years--things went right enough that he did not miss either his first plane or his second plane, and he managed to hook up with some of his cohorts at DFW. Evidently though, since then, he has gotten bad sick. He sounded horrible when he called to tell me he thought he was dying--and it was at least the third time he had called today. That means he was excited, only to get struck down with the plague and he is afraid it was the one that I had that kicked my ass for so long. I hope not, as it will ruin his trip if that is the case.

Mom came out to help me do all the baby stuff this afternoon and we got that done. Madison was on top of things farm-related while I was spinning like a wild woman. When I got home, we played with baby some and then she went on home. I was finishing things, thinking about how I was gonna sit in this big chair and sleep in the big cushy bed and not get up til tomorrow, after I watched the Illini in the NCAA tourney---and that is when I noticed it.

Aries had wax.

She is not due til 4/4, but she is in the range that she could go now---and wax rarely lies. That meant Cash had to move to another stall, I had to bring Aries in--and she is shedding like crazy. I hacked at her with the shedding blade a while, as she moaned and groaned in a happy way. I pulled pounds of hair off of her, and that leaves her looking mangy and gross. She needs a good scrubbing but it is too cold, so she will just have to look all scurfy.

Damn her. I so wanted to go to my big chair. And stay in it. But that changes things. A good person would stay over there. I do not know if I can stay up long enough to resituate over there. Then again, I had to strip the big bed to get rid of the dog hair--and who knows if I can stay awake long enough to get that all washed and dried. ETA: Oh joy, I have flooded the laundry room. WTF is that about? Same king size comforter I wash all the time--how did I screw that up?

Don't get me wrong, I am so excited for this baby. He /she marks our return to higher level breeding like we used to do, but had to take a time out from, and that in itself is a big deal. I just wanted it to come next week. Or the week after.

See how it goes here at my house? One thing after another, bam bam bam.

She is here!



I will have much more to say later, but I wanted to get these pics up before my nite gets away from me.

This is Cash's baby girl born around 4:30 this morning. At first I was sure she was sorrel, but now that she is all dry, it is clear she is red dun after all. I was kind of hoping for a regular dun, but I cannot criticize how cute she is. She is so dainty and girly. And feisty has she can be.

I will have more pics tonight when I get a chance to settle in and edit some.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

What I really want for my birthday


is for Cash to quit jacking me around and have this damn baby. This is what she looked like a week ago today, as she watched Xan foal--which of course, really pissed Xan off. Cash did not move from this area for more than 12 hours as she watched through the cracks in the wall.

My friend Jackie, who is pregnant, says it is not that Cash was that interested so that she could not tear herself away--it is that she was paralyzed in fear, because she finally realized just HOW those babies get here.

She might have something there, as Cash is at day 346, and I am kinda wanting to sleep in my own bed.

Barry is headed to Crested Butte with the boys early in the morning, and will be gone until Monday nite. I am really hoping Cash delivers today so that I will have his help if we need it.

Plus, it would be nice to get a birthday baby.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Pretty


I love days like this. It is 75 and sunny. I have fun plans for this evening, outside in this gorgeous weather. My babies are playing outside. Cash has still not foaled. Tequila is feeling a little better. It is almost lawn-mowing weather. My pig is starting to venture out of his winter housing (the mattress).

I am not thinking about how John Deere is yanking me around or how much I liked the cupcake I ate at lunch, even though Mom guilted me about it.

It is a nice day.

Symbionese Liberation Army-related news

Sara Olson, formerly Kathleen Soliah, is released from prison


The '70s militant and longtime fugitive has served about half of her prison sentence and can serve her supervised parole in Minnesota.

Sara Jane Olson, the 1970s militant and longtime fugitive who served seven years in prison for trying to blow up police cars and participating in a murderous bank robbery, was released from prison this morning soon after clock struck midnight and will serve her parole in her home state of Minnesota.

Olson, 62, served about half of her sentence and now enters a one-year parole phase. Where she would serve that parole -- either in California or Minnesota -- grew into a sharp public debate in the days leading up to the release of the former Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA) member.

Corrections spokeswoman Terry Thornton said two parole agents picked up Olson "shortly after midnight" and brought her to an office in Madera County, Calif., where she was processed and released to her husband, Gerald (Fred) Peterson.

Concerning the timing of Olson's release, Thornton said it chosen "taking safety into consideration. We were very, very concerned of not only the safety of [Olson] but of our employees as well."

Thornton declined to say whether there were any specific safety worries connected to Olson's case.

"Central California Women's Facility inmate Sara Jane Olson ... was released to parole on Tuesday, March 17, 2009," a statement released this morning from corrections officials began. "Olson petitioned to have her parole supervision transferred to Minnesota upon completion of her sentence, so that she could be placed with her husband and family members. The California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation approved the request."

In explaining the approval, California corrections officials said, "Studies have shown that family reunification is an evidence-based indicator of protecting the public by decreasing recidivism."

One of Olson's attorneys, David Nickerson, said he was glad his client was freed and being paroled to Minnesota. "I think that's obviously the best place for her. That's where her family is," he said, adding that he has not talked to Olson since her release.

Parolees typically have a week to report to the state in which they will serve their parole, said corrections department spokesman Oscar Hidalgo. Thornton said California knows Olson's immediate travel plans but would not divulge them.

Nickerson said Monday that his client was likely to head to her mother's home in Palmdale in southern California and check in with her parole agent in Los Angeles County. From there, she would fly back to the Twin Cities with her husband.

Olson's conditions of parole imposed by California include prohibitions against contact with former SLA members or codefendants. That list includes Steven Soliah, a brother who was acquitted in the bank robbery, sister Josephine Bortin, a former SLA member, and Michael Bortin, her husband. Michael Bortin was convicted in the bank robbery and paroled three years ago.

California disclosed only one other condition: that she have no contact with any of her victims or their family members.

Corrections officials in Ramsey County, who will monitor Olson during her parole, have yet to receive from California the conditions of her supervision, said Ramsey County corrections spokesman Chris Crutchfield. Depending on California's restrictions, "we may add some conditions as well," Crutchfield said.

Olson has "24 hours from when she arrives in Minnesota [excluding weekends and holidays] to check in with us," he said, adding that he has no idea when she plans to come home.

At Olson's Highland Park neighborhood home this morning, Bachman's left at the doorstep a generous bouquet of flowers. The delivery person persistently knocked, but no one came to the door of the stucco Tudor.

Shortly before 11 a.m., a young man and woman emerged from the home and gathered up the flowers. "The family has nothing to say," the man told reporters. "Thank you for coming."

The two then left in a car.

Minnesota officials earlier approved her request to serve her parole in St. Paul. California officials waited until her release before saying that she was free to return to Minnesota.

On Monday, Gov. Tim Pawlenty and Republican legislators made last-ditch efforts to prevent Olson's return to Minnesota.

Fast-track attempts to put the Minnesota Legislature on record opposing Olson's return were blocked in procedural votes. Also, Pawlenty asked California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger in a letter to keep Olson in California to serve her parole. In response, Schwarzenegger responded during a news conference on an unrelated matter that he would let his corrections officials handle the matter.

Police unions in both Los Angeles and St. Paul had urged California to keep Olson there.

Born in Fargo as Kathleen Ann Soliah and beginning life nearby in Barnesville, Minn., Olson for a quarter-century ran from her past as a member of the Symbionese Liberation Army. The SLA was best-known for kidnapping newspaper heiress Patty Hearst. Olson, in her mid-20s at the time, helped hide Hearst until she was freed by rescuers.

Olson went underground after Hearst's rescue, living in Africa, Washington state and eventually the Twin Cities, where she married, raised daughters and became active in community theater and DFL politics.

She was captured in 1999 in St. Paul, after "America's Most Wanted" aired an episode about her.

Olson pleaded guilty in 2001 to two violent felonies in 1975: placing pipe bombs under Los Angeles Police Department patrol cars in two locations and participating in a suburban Sacramento bank robbery, during which one of her SLA cohorts shot and killed a woman who was there to deposit church receipts.

California court documents and an account from Hearst say that Olson entered the bank with a firearm and kicked in the midsection a pregnant teller who was offering no resistance. That teller later miscarried.

Olson's brother, Steven Soliah, was acquitted in the robbery.

The Associated Press contributed to this report.

Paul Walsh • 612-673-4482



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You know I love stories like this. Love them.

This one is particularly good, as I have long had a fascination with the SLA. In fact, I wrote my first term paper in high school on Patty Hearst and the SLA. Do not ask me why, I just did. It was fascinating to me even though it was well before my time.

Then in college, I had to do a big paper for a writing class. Since I am nothing if not lazy, I attempted to just rework that one. It ended up changing around though to be about what went wrong with Patty Heart's trial.

How is that for a look at the future? That is my job now, finding what went wrong with trials.

Weird

Monday, March 16, 2009

I can see this might be a problem


Lookie here. Anyone want to guess which is Bam Bam and which is not? It ain't easy. Since they look so much alike, I am calling the little girl Pebbles. Man, am I corny.

Let's look past their faces and see if that helps. Not really.

Now this is just ridiculous. I took all these pics this morning before work, and have only edited a few of them--what are the chances that I would get so many similar ones? This set takes the cake though.

It is hard to believe they are not really twins, isn't it?

By the way, in each set, Pebbles is the lower one. I cannot imagine how similar I could make them look if I were trying to find pics in similar positions--these just jumped out at me.

The red dun babies tend to get the most attention around here, but sometimes, color can distract from how nice a horse is. That won't happen to these two.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

One snuck in!

Surprise! I brought Hotrod in last nite around midnite, since she had looked a little weird during the day. I watched her off and on while I read a book by Jodi Picoult that has me half hysterical. That woman can write a book--this is "Handle with Care". That book kept me up til 3 am and I made myself go to bed because I had to get my hairs did at 11:30 a.m. Nothing was shaking in the camera stall.
Lorna woke me up around 9 am and told me there was a baby! She was not kidding either, and the baby was all dried up, had gone to the bathroom, the afterbirth was delivered--she must have come shortly after my last check for all that to have happened.

Barry came over around 11 am so we could do the medical stuff, and we took a couple of shots. I love this picture, I just wish I had not cut his head off
This baby girl does not have all of Hotrod's white trim, which is a first. I like white trim. I know she will be gorgeous though, as all of Hotrod and Sly's babies are stunning. This one just won't be as flashy, which is okay, a lot of people like solid red.
I don't know what her name is going to be either. Maybe Pebbles, to go with Bam Bam since they look a lot alike, but who knows.
For some reason, her little mouth cracks me up. Tomorrow, if I have some help, I will turn her out with the other new babies, and get some more photos.

Cash is on tap to foal next--I hope she does it soon. I am pretty excited about that one, I sure hope I do not sleep through it!

Stay tuned, things are getting interesting around here!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Melody's weird adventure in foaling

This is the strangest foaling I have ever attended. I saw on the foalcam that she was laying near the front of the stall--I could only see part of her, but I thought she was laying flat and then laying on her side, repeatedly. That sent me flying to the farm to check on her. When I got there, feet were sticking out by the front door--delivery had just started.

But Mel was doing nothing. She almost seemed in a daze. She acknowledged me when I arrived, but just laid there. If feet were not sticking out, I would have sworn she was not in labor at all.

I watched a few minutes, called Barry to come over to help, and then decided she was not going to do this on her own. I had to put the camera down to help pull the baby.

Pulling babies is no easy task and you can screw it up in a heartbeat. Their muscles are so freakishly strong that you have to just grab hold of a joint and hold him tight as the contraction recedes, so that baby does not get sucked back in. You cannot really pull one out- not against the muscles of a mare.

This deal was complicated by the fact that she was not really having contractions. Melody did not look exhausted, or panicked--just like she was a little out of it. It scared me. I have pulled babies with Barry's help, and it takes some muscle. Once we were both in the floor with our feet on the mare's butt to brace ourselves--that is how much strength it takes. At first, I thought I screwed up, evening up the baby's legs--it occurred to me that doing that probably put her shoulders even, which would then lodge her in Melody. So I re-positioned her and within a minute or so, I had a baby in my lap. Mel must have been pushing some, or we would still be there, but you could not tell it by me.

About that time, Barry showed up.

All that explains why my pics start where they do, even though I was there for the whole thing. Once again, the foalcam has saved us.

Here she is almost completely born. My favorite part of this photo is something I did not notice at the time---you can see her dun stripe through the bag. Also, there were several hippomanes with this one--that is the brown blob of goo laying on the bag. Those form from extra minerals etc in there that baby does not need or use. They freak me out, but are totally normal. I cannot stop myself from making them jiggle--they have a similar texture as an organ.
In this shot, she has her head out of the bag--I think she did that one on her own. Her feet are still in Melody, which is significant to the story later on. After passing all that, I am sure Mel did not even feel those baby feet in there.
Looks how tubular her little head is. They all look like that at first--like big red cucumbers.
I have never gotten to see this before--I was just in the right place--within seconds of snapping this shot, the cord broke. It was cool to see it happen--you can see how much tension is on it. Normally the cord will break when the mare stands up. You want her to spend as much time as possible down so that everything that needs to pass through does so. Mel took it to extremes though, as she did not get up for nearly an hour.
This photo will probably make Jenna sick, she is weird about blood etc. I thought it was fascinating though to be able to see the filly still connected in such a way.

For the first time ever, the baby got up before the mama did. She was trying to get up here--and her feet were still in Melody. It occurred to me that such a thing might hurt, so I went and got them out. Mel wuffled me when I did it--I do not know if that was a thank you or a disapproval.

Baby girl managed to hustle her way over to the far wall-- after she almost got out of the stall altogether in her attempts to get up. Barry had to turn her around and point her at me. The new baby bottle system worked better for the Seramune, but still not as well as it should. We gave her the e.coli endotox, the seramune, dipped her umbilical stump in chlorhexadine, and left her be for a minute. Baby was shivering, so Barry put this blanket over her. Cracked me right up. Melody was STILL not up. I had one eye on baby and one on Mel the whole time. Mel seemed to not even notice what was going on at all--occasionally she would nicker, and she had snuggle baby some, but normally she is totally on top of things. She is an amazing mother.

The blanket must have pissed her off though, as she seemed distressed by it. I put a halter on her and asked her to get up--she had already passed the entire placenta and afterbirth when she was lying down. That is another weird thing I do not ever remember seeing--usually there are a few pieces.

Once I got Mel up, she seemed to snap to it and got right into her role. Thank goodness, I was wondering what was happening in her to make her act so weird, but there was not excessive blood or anything to suggest she had an injury that would have put her into shock. Shocky is probably the most descriptive word I can come up with for her demeanor--just odd.


Little wiggle is a prodigy. She was up and at 'em really quick. She even passed all the meconium within minutes of being up--unlike baby boy who took almost 11 hours to do it.

This is her first fairly steady stand. Once she was up, she spun round and round in circles. It was cute. She had no control over her legs--it was like she had a rudder stuck or something.Getting that first drink is so funny to watch (unless it is 3 am and you have been at it for hours--in which case, there is nothing funny about it). She missed the tap completely here--look at Mel trying to drive her to the right spot.
I was starting to wonder about that prodigy business here--she licked or sucked on every area of the mama but where she needed to be. That is normal, and always makes me laugh. No taps in the front, baby.
By this time, she has figured out where they are, but is not going about the normal way of getting to them. She is going to be one of those, I guess. Eventually she worked it out, and all was well. She had several tries though where she ended up with a nipple in the nose or the eye --everywhere but where it belonged. Once she got sprayed in her face with milk, and it startled her so much she flew backwards and bounced off the wall--which set Barry off laughing, and that startled her all over again. She had such a look of disgust on her face.
This morning, we took the babies outside for their first play time.
Look at that face. She is a beauty.

This series of shots is her attempt to lay down. The first few days, babies struggle a lot with working the front and back legs in opposite directions to get to the ground--they try real hard, but it takes a while to get the hang of it. Quite often they just flop down, and skip most of the mechanics.



She finally made it!
Then she got up and did it again. Silly baby.



She had a busy 12 hours with getting born and going outside. She bounced off a fence post pretty good and knocked herself silly this morning, but she recovered quickly and went bounding off in a hurry. I need to get video of new baby running, it is pretty funny.

Melody is totally back to normal today. Thank goodness. I have no idea what that was about. It was anxiety inducing for sure, for me if not her, but she is back on her game and being the great mother she usually is.

She did good with this one--I already have a crush on this little girl.

She needs a name though. I do not do people names for animals, and we might be doing a B theme for names this year--not sure though, so if you think of something else good, throw it out there and we will see if it sticks. Names are like that for me--I know it when I hear it.

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