We needed a muzzle urgently for Brá. What with pregnancy and losing her foal, she is even fatter than she already was. I mean seriously fat. The kind of fat that leads only to laminitis and disaster.
So I asked around for recommendations and ordered a Shires grazing muzzle. It arrived yesterday in the post.
Knowing Brá is a bit “donkey on the edge”, we tried it on and fitted it to Iacs first. He was very happy to oblige and thought nothing of sticking his nose in a bucket!
So I went and caught Brá – she trusts me. With Floss occupying Miss Lilja, Daisy and I attempted to introduce Brá quietly to the muzzle. She said she was having none of it and threatened to rear, getting quickly into a panic about it all. But we persevered talking calmly, not letting her have A Thing, showing her what we wanted, fed her a few carrots in it and we gently put the muzzle on and fitted it.
We showed Brá she could eat with this new contraption on and then we left her to it.
My main hope was that being an Icelandic horse, Brá‘s brain would kick in and the panic would leave and she would soon settle down to working out how best to put up with the situation.
I went back every couple of hours with some tiny carrot sticks so I could get near and checked everything was in place and that, more importantly, Brá had worked out how to eat and drink with the muzzle on.
Lilja is, as ever, very supportive!
I keep telling Brá that we have to do this.
The muzzle is the only answer. I would hate to move her from her herd considering the mental state she is in over the loss of her foal. The herd is all she has and I can’t take her away from them, restrict their grazing or keep her by herself.
So this is, hopefully, the answer.