In her final months before foaling, as her belly expands and her gaits get slower, our broodmare Neela’s sweet disposition vanishes and she becomes a Kraken.
Neela partakes of her favorite pastime. The up side to being the lead mare: You don’t have to share.
In her defense, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be to have the equivalent of a German Shepherd inside you, turning this way and that, trying to get comfortable despite increasingly cramped quarters.
It starts with Neela playing the Mine! game. Convinced that the hay at the other end of the paddock is tastier–despite coming from the same bale–she will lumber aaaaaaall the way across to Yukon and Mocha’s hay shed, and with one glare, take over a hay net.
Neela weighed in at 1300 pounds before pregnancy…so whatever Neela wants, Neela gets.
Should I stay or should I go? Neela ponders her options while beind her in their shed, Mocha and Yukon try to be unobtrusive.
Mocha pauses for a picture while Yukon hides next to her. See the white stuff on her right hind leg? That’s antibiotic cream for the scrape. Thanks, Neela.
Until it displeases her. Then she turns and lumbers aaaaaaall the way back, and woe unto the horse that gets in her way along this journey, for they shall feel her wrath.
Apparently this happened to Mocha, because she’s now sporting a large Neela-size hoof scrape down one hind leg. Even so, the closer Neela gets to foaling, the more she seems to crave Mocha’s company, in a We-Mares-Gotta-Stick-Together way. She knows what’s ahead, and two years ago, Mocha was a terrific auntie to Neela’s filly.
“You’re cute, but don’t get fresh with me, kid.”
One look says it all: As Neela pins her ears and gives him the stinkeye, Yukon hustles to vacate the premises.
Yukon finds relief in neutral territory: the water trough.
Poor Yukon is the odd horse out. I try to give him extra neck rubs and tell him, “Hang in there, big guy, Quill will be back before you know it.”
Come to think of it, the big colt returns from Horse College right about the same time Neela is due, which is May 22. But there will be no reunion–Quill and Yukon play too rough, so we’ll put the girls on one side of the farm and the boys on the other. Like an equine Catholic school.
“Well, this is tasty after all! If it weren’t for the stupid net, I could hoover it better.”
“Wait, what’s that sound?” The downside of eating alone is that there’s nobody else to let you know if danger is lurking.
Turns out the ruckus is just the dogs at play. Bear is on a tear while Chiko, who is a sedate 12 this year, watches.