I am very disappointed with myself. I do know better and this morning, I was caught out.
As per usual, we went to feed Tor (Mum), Camus (her colt foal) and Brisk (the orphan foal). The weather was clearing up after last night’s rain. While there is shelter and grass in the field, Brisk was shivering. It was horrid to see. I should’ve thought ahead and realised that he doesn’t enough back-up energy to keep him warm. Camus and Tor were absolutely fine.
So we brought them all in and separated Brisk. He had a large bowl of Mulitmilk to himself as well as Foal Creep mixed with Mare and Youngstock hardfeed.
He wolfed it down and I realise now that certain others who, although they are good company, have taken advantage of the extra food and bully Brisk off his ration. He gets whatever he can, if they let him. This has to stop. Tor and Camus do not need extra feed. From now on, Brisk will be fed separately and I have moved them all into the field with the little shed for proper shelter.
Once, Brisk had finished eating, I put the only rug on that would “fit” him (I use that term loosely). We put a foil space blanket on him under Toggle’s old rug.
In a ten minutes, Brisk was like toast and much happier. The shaking and dithering had stopped.
I have also made a decision. Brisk will stay at Thordale and become a Minion. If someone offers him the perfect home, then I might consider letting him go but, for the time being and probably future, he is one of us.
The World’s Fattest Me measured him for a proper rug and I will peruse the internet for a tiny waterproof and a padded rug.
BeAnne is fully committed to helping.
So, that’s it. Brisk will stay here now. At the moment, he has special needs and requires constant supervision. I could kick myself for letting him get cold in the rain. Rookie mistake.
Meanwhile, Lambie came in this morning with blood all over his head. He has lost his nubbin of a horn. I cleaned him up and he is now sporting the turquoise spray again.
**** sigh **** Lambie – always speshul!