This morning I made the decision to get the mare outside. One of my many mantras in life is “fresh air is good for you”.
So OH kindly dashed over to the vets and was given some heparin to keep the intravenous line open and a bung to go on the end.
Once I had these items in my possession, I undid the drip and plugged the cannula. The mare had been kicking at her belly again, so I also gave her a painkiller injection and left her for it to work.
Meanwhile, Daisy arrived, having ridden, mucked out and fed everybody at home. We put a rug on the mare as it was raining and we set off to see The Great Outdoors.
Poor love has pitting oedema on her front legs and found it hard to walk. There were a few trips while she found her legs and off we went. She was interested in her surroundings and I could almost hear her relief at seeing other ponies and smelling the fresh air.
We tried her on the grass by the roadside but it was evident she wanted green grass. This is at a premium this time of year so, having phoned my wonderful neighbours, we took her up to a field they have that I hoped would solve all our problems.
And so we slowly plodded up the road and Daisy took the mare into their field.
The minute she saw green grass, it was head down and eat.
No, spitting anything out, just constant grazing.
Happy, happy, happy. This is a big corner turned.
After about an hour of standing in the rain while the mare ate, I could see she was tired so we plodded slowly home.
We left her for the afternoon, while I had a sleep and at teatime I flushed her cannula and re-attached the drip.
We are now down to 3,000 calorie feeds and setting them to meal times which results in sleep all round.
Is that light I see at the end of the tunnel? A very small pin-prick, perhaps?