A Close Call

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  • #43341
    sean518
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    I had a bad feeling that something was wrong when the horses were straggling in slowly one by one this morning. Had to go out and find the last three of the six. It’s never a good sign when my team of half-sisters aren’t together. Finally located my old Belgian gelding. He was down on a large patch of ice and couldn’t get up. Luckily my neighbor Sean (recently joined the forums here) was there. We tried for a good amount of time to break the ice and put sand down so he could get more purchase. But my gelding is 30 years old, about 15.3 and around 1900 lbs. He couldn’t get his back legs under him. He wasn’t even trying much unless we walked a good ways away. We’d come back and he’d moved himself, but still couldn’t get up. Sometimes he was lying on his side and that was worrisome. We managed to pull him off the ice, where we let him lie and eat hay for a bit with a blanket on. Then we got my International 656 with the bucket going (no mean feat with a dead battery and a frozen choke/carb, good thing someone invented the blow-dryer!). We tried unsuccessfully to support him up gently with the bucket, but finally had success by wrapping a strap around him and his leg and giving him just what he needed to get that back leg underneath him. He was a bit shaky and shivering, but four hours later, he’s in the barn now munching on hay.

    I guess I just want to say that one of the most important things in this world to me is good friends and neighbors. I don’t think I could have done it alone, and I probably would have ended up calling the vet to have my longtime friend put down. I’ve had that gelding almost his whole life, since I was a teenager.

    I’m reminded of the story of when my parents moved to this farm in 1971. Then a dairy farm with 40 head of milking Holsteins, not really knowing what they were doing, with three little girls. Within the first month, they were beaten down and discouraged by broken equipment and hardships. Everything was freezing and the milking system was broken and nothing was working. They figured they’d had enough and might just move back to New Jersey. But the neighboring farmers wouldn’t let them. They hadn’t known my parents for more than a couple weeks, but they banded together and vowed to help milk and fix whatever was wrong after dealing with their own farm and milking. They were willing to herd our cows over to their place and milk them after milking their own. Well, they stuck it out. And although it always seemed like we were barely one step ahead of the next breakdown or needed fix, my father successfully ran this farm for the next 25 years.

    Just wanted to say thanks again to my neighbor and friend, Sean.

    #71212
    jen judkins
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    I wholeheartedly agree…about the neighbors. There is no way I could run my place with a full time job off the farm without neighbors to call on occasionally for help. When the horses are loose, someone always rounds them up. When my does birthing went bad a neighbor was there in a matter of minutes to lend a hand. When I had to put my old QH down, a neighbor was over with his backhoe within the hour. When I go out of town one of the neighbors kids mucks stalls for me and feeds the horses. The list goes on and on…I am very lucky and grateful. Glad your old guy is OK.

    #71210
    Rod
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    Good story with lots of quality themes, value of good neighbors, faithfulness to our animals, sticking it out when the going gets rough and resourcefulness in getting that horse back up. Thanks for sharing it.

    #71213
    near horse
    Participant

    I’d also add that being observant of “changes” in our animals’ behaviors is another lesson. Often times it’s nothing but they are creatures of habit and can tip us off to a “problem” by changes in their activity.

    Glad your old guy is back on his feet again!

    #71215
    Big Horses
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    I’m with ya on the good neighbors/friends….nothing in the world like them!
    I’ve had to hoist an old gelding of ours a couple times. I used the loader and took load straps from my semi (nylon, and about 6″ wide) and slung him behind the front legs and ahead of the back legs, with a rope between the straps under his belly, to keep them from spreading fore and aft and cutting off circulation. I also used his collar with another rope from the front strap to the top and bottom of the collar to keep him from toppeling forward. He was fine as soon as he was on his feet and warmed up again. Like I always say, old age isn’t for sissies…even though it’s really tough to see your pal in that state.
    Glad to hear you were there to help him, along with your good helper!
    John

    #71217
    LongViewFarm
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    I’ve been called out to a few of these when working for the animal hospital. It’s never fun and they never seem to be in an easy place to work, and then of course the trouble with machines and such. I’m glad you and yours made it out ok.

    One thing that works really slick for supporting horses in any situation is old fire hose. Give yourself a laugh by asking your local fire department where you get find “Old hose.” I’ve found a million ways to use this stuff, but it’s great for lifting/ supporting horses.

    #71216
    mitchmaine
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    @LongViewFarm 31362 wrote:

    One thing that works really slick for supporting horses in any situation is old fire hose. Give yourself a laugh by asking your local fire department where you get find “Old hose.” I’ve found a million ways to use this stuff, but it’s great for lifting/ supporting horses.

    more than once, i’ve seen twitch harness, single horse in the woods, just a pair of hames, a jack saddle and a belly band with 6 or 7 feet of 3/8 chain for tugs, passed through old fire hose for chaffing. hardly see it anymore, but if your ever sorting though someones old harness and you see a pair of hames hooked into a pile of chain, most likely thats what you found.

    #71214
    OldKat
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    Good story sean518. Glad it has a happy ending. Sometimes a neighbor can live 30 miles away. About 25 years ago or so we had moved to the other end of the county where we resided and had only been there for a short period of time when we had disaster strike. My wife and our children, then about 2 and 6 years old, had been visiting my in-laws for the week. I had been out of town on a business trip and got to the place just about sunrise. As I drove in I noticed all three of our horses were down. When I went over to investigate I found that the Morgan mare that my wife had owned for about 25 years, my Percheron mare and her 30 day old colt were all dead. It didn’t take long to realize that they had been huddled together in the pasture when a cold front moved through & lightning from the accompanying thunderstorm had stuck my mare and killed all three.

    I tried to contact my wife to get her to stay at her parent’s house while I could get the horses taken care of, but when I called them I was told she had already left to come home. This was the days BCP, before cell phones, so I wasn’t able to reach her while she was in route home. I knew few people in that part of the county and none with a backhoe. I did know a guy named Harold in the area where we had previously lived that had one, but I was unsure about calling him to bury horses early on a Sunday morning since I didn’t know him real well. I did know that he would be heading to church soon, so I went ahead and called his house hoping to catch him before he left. I explained the situation and he said that he was willing to come bury them, but couldn’t be there before late in the day that afternoon or early on Monday morning. When he noticed that I was sort of quite about it he asked if that would be okay. I told him that my wife and children were on the way home and I was hoping to get the horses buried before they got there. He asked how long before they got home and when I said “2&1/2 or so more hours” he said in a very matter of fact fashion; “I’m on my way”.

    Harold was at our gate in probably 45 minutes and was just finished placing the last of the backfill over the burial site when my wife turned down the lane. We were a sad family that week and it still bothers me to this day that I didn’t make plans to have the horses left up in the pens so our neighbor’s son could feed them while I was gone. However, it was springtime and the grass was already green so I reasoned that they were better off out on pasture. Just an unfortunate accident I guess, but that day I learned two things: 1) that I had a real friend in Harold and 2) that neighbors don’t necessarily have to live just across the fence.

    #71218
    sean518
    Participant

    OldKat,

    That’s a sad story, there’s no way to see that kind of thing coming. When I was in high school, one of our Belgian mares was struck and killed by lightning. Luckily, we’ve got a neighbor just down the road with a backhoe who was willing to come out any time.

    #71219
    sean518
    Participant

    My mother came across an old photo of me and Artaq when we’d just gotten him as a weanling colt.
    Just thought I’d share that and a more recent picture of him.

    #71211
    Plowboy
    Participant

    He looks to have a little Clyde or Shire influence but looks like a nice horse and looking well for his age!

    #71220
    sean518
    Participant

    He’s certainly got an unusual coloring, but he was fully registered with the BDHCA. I think his coloring was what made me want to get him in the first place.

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