I tucked her into her stall and gave her a little hay for dinner. I turned a bucket over and sat in her stall to read my book for a bit. As I read I listened to her shift her weight from leg to leg. After a few pages it got real quiet. Autumn was not eating. I looked up to see her puffed up like the Goodyear Blimp with ears. The poor thing was so bloated and gassy from all the rich spring grass! Of course I sort of panicked like I always do when she is hurt or not feeling well. Then my logic kicked in...get her walking and farting! I slipped on her halter and we headed for the hills. Gravity can be a great asset for gas expulsion in farm animals. I decided that I would walk her for a half hour and if no farts I would call the vet.
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself” ~Zen saying "...then it will make your horse explode" ~Jackson Hill Horsey Girl add on to Zen saying |
Then the stillness broke...more like, wind broke. Our quiet walk through the woods began to sound more like a world polka band convention chasing us through the woods. It was music to my ears. I sighed as Autumn deflated to her normal giant size.
The moon broke free from the horizon and guided us home as we tooted up the hill. I tucked Autumn in her stall and she happily began eating. I was so relieved and happy. I hugged her and headed home...Then I neurotically went back up to the barn to check on her a few more times that night and then I went to sleep.
The moon catching Autumn's blaze in it's blue glow |
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The wind was a torrent of darkness
ReplyDeleteAmongst the gusty trees
The Moon was a ghostly galleon ,tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple Moor
When the Highway man came riding..........
Oppps.... nope the wind was Autumn !!!
(apologied to Alfred Noyes !)
Hugsssssssssss :)
What a great poem! What a picture he paints. I do like your revised addition! As always I love your comments!
DeleteWho knew that a story about farts could be so beautiful and poetic!! LB
ReplyDeleteBeautiful place to have gas, what a good Mamma Autumn has. Karen
ReplyDeleteOh, that's a great idea. I've been worried about the same thing. I'm going to chase my 3 up and down the hills! Cat
ReplyDeleteMary Barber shared your link: "Passing gas..."
ReplyDeleteJon Bullock commented on a link you shared.
Jon wrote: "I know that feeling....when your stomach is as nervously torn up as your horses.....just walking together in the dark and waiting for a poo, breaking, of wind, or even a gurgle from that right flank. The time it happened with us is when I realized just how much I really love the big fella and how much I'd miss him if the worst happened. Good read! "
Ride on Zen Horseygirl! Papa
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