With temperatures in Crescent City Proper heading for 61° these days, with 100% humidity, it’ll be warmer here. I live in a rural area of Crescent City, just outside of the fog belt. I got fog this morning, but generally, it lingers high in the firs, spruce and redwoods.
This morning, the farrier‘s coming to tune up my horses hooves. I keep up their hooves myself half the time and clean them almost every day. They’re reasonably cooperative and I’m respectful, patiently asking them to shift their balance so I can move along.
I’m giving the horses their yearly baths this weekend. I’ll check their dirt covered skin, checking for anything odd or sore, bites, cuts. Dirt protects them from insects and helps keep them warm. Mostly, I let them be horses. Bath-time isn’t fun for any of us; it’s a big chore, physically demanding, and without cooperation, it’s less fun than cleaning up manure. The latter doesn’t complain, kick, twist, or bite.
They’re beginning to shed out their short summer coats, in preparation for the thick, downy undercoat. Last year, their first winter here, I didn’t have to put man-made coats on them. All this means is that their own coats did the job.
The soil here gets slippery, deep, muddy during the rainy season. They’re becoming mud savvy, especially Starlight, since she slipped and twisted a leg, she’s more careful. I’ve seen them slide right down to the ground, then – in an instant – they’re right back up again. I wait like an expectant mother to see if they’re moving correctly. Seeing a horse go down in a split second – horrifying.
Mark made a small area for them – covered, raised floor, with comfortable mats for them to lie or stand on. They have a place to go when it rains like hell and they do take advantage of it; perhaps it’s their choice and that’s the key.
My older mare, Brandy, has developed diarrhea, and I’m working to figure out what I can do to help her. She’s been more shy toward me than usual, and I think she’s feeling a bit vulnerable. I’ve picked pineapple weed for her, and she eats it readily. I wonder about the weeds and herbs that might benefit their health, or contain a necessary part of their diet, and as domesticated animals, they’ve been denied. On the other hand, there are hazards, such as the pretty, yellow buttercup flower. One fresh flower is deadly.
Some folks say that horses don’t see color. I believe that some do and some better than others! Horses have two cones in their eyes, we have three. Scientists have studied this for years. I know from my own observations that my horses see yellow hues and some greens. I could say with certainty that they don’t see red. Blue? Not sure.
It’s time to get going – things are hopping and jumping around here today!
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Merrill Gonzales
Aug 11, 2012 @ 13:36:41
They certainly look well fed and well cared for.
seapunk2
Aug 11, 2012 @ 13:40:01
They are and they are! Thanks for your comment. We do the absolute best we can for them, with our limited income. They are happy, for the most part, though I KNOW they’d love to be in the grass, Starlight has had two bouts of laminitis…
I love them very much. One day I’ll do a post of the games we play, i.e., tricks and fun!
FeyGirl
Aug 11, 2012 @ 15:34:35
Gorgeous!!
Ronda
Aug 11, 2012 @ 20:07:32
Beautiful horses!
Mustang.Koji
Aug 11, 2012 @ 20:44:13
I can’t understand how you can stay calm when they slip! I’d be freaking out… big time.
seapunk2
Aug 12, 2012 @ 08:04:01
I’m calm on the outside. I don’t panic. I cry or freak out afterward. I’ve always been like that.
Though, I did freak out and screamed my brains out when Sebastian was stuck in his stall and was smashing his head against the wall and opening where he was stuck.
Alex Jones
Aug 12, 2012 @ 03:58:43
I am sure the horses appreciate the shelter built for them from the rain.
seapunk2
Aug 12, 2012 @ 08:14:04
I really think they do. They have the liberty to go there on their own, and they actually do! I was told by many horse people that a person could build a million dollar stable and the horses would never go in it.
I figured out that they feel safe to go in, if at least two sides are “open” so they can see. They are prey animals, after all
efratadenny
Aug 12, 2012 @ 11:23:56
Nice series of photos..
J.D. Gallagher
Aug 12, 2012 @ 11:55:23
My grandfather had horses and I used to love them, of course he had the land to keep them on…I could put one in the front garden but the neighbors might complain. 🙂
adinparadise
Aug 24, 2012 @ 05:15:33
I just couldn’t function in that extreme heat and humidity. Your horses are magnificent. 🙂
seapunk2
Aug 24, 2012 @ 08:30:26
Yesterday was about 70 degrees here in coastal Crescent City, CA, hot, too, as the humidity level was HIGH.
Down in the desert, one could tolerate the hot sun in the 90’s, without humidity. Anything over that – torture. I recall a few days in the 112-115 range. It’s uninhabitable. We had misters under the shade house we put up for the horses. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.
adinparadise
Aug 24, 2012 @ 10:46:11
I remember that when I was in Egypt, I could tolerate temperatures up in the 40’s C, but only because it was so dry.
leemalerich
May 13, 2013 @ 08:41:44
love that we have so much in common. reinforcing! my daughter mentioned yesterday that poppy was developed from an icelandic breed, would that make sense? while the other horses are looking thinner from dropping coats, poppy now looks chunky. thanks for leading me to your post, and i am following you.