It’s been a long old day, & I’m looking forward to putting my feet up at last.
It started very early with a crack-of-dawn springclean: I did the house, Tony did the goats & after a few hours I’d made a passable impression that we live in a neat & tidy house – well, at least you can see the floor again! But I’ve finally made an impression on the disgusting film of soot from the Rayburn which dusted everything like foul black snow & has doubtless worked wonders for our lungs as well.
Unfortunately when I went to check on the ponies, it was evident that Sabe is again coming down with laminitis – which gives the animal sore, tender feet owing to inflammation of the sensitive laminae therein – especially frustating as we’ve been so careful regarding pasture management, & he’d lost a fair bit of weight over the winter whilst still maintaining good condition. We brought Toto in as well just to be on the safe side in addition to keeping Sabe company; but by the end of the day he too seemed to be delicate on his feet, so they’re both on the ‘Bute. Shetlands are especially prone to laminitis, so we’re always especially careful with our boys; however at this time of year the flush of rich grass is a real headache & the opposite end of the management spectrum to winter, when we never have quite enough grazing for the equines – now we have too much!
But the ponies weren’t the only ones with sore feet, today; Tony tackled a bit of judicious caprine foot trimming this evening & at one point hurtled into the house in a panic – he’d snipped a little too much off one of Orrie’s feet when she wriggled whilst he was working on her; & she was now bleeding merrily all over the milkstand. A goodly shake of potassium permanganate crystals later, & the flow was duly stemmed with orrie none the worse for wear & rather surprised at all the attention.
So tonight I suspect it’s not just the human residents of the Ffarm, who are glad to take the weight off their feet…!