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I'm back from delivering the Divine Miss Em, who hopped into a strange trailer without a backwards glance to get there.
Pook is the BBMFIC and the feeling of harmony at DHF is wonderful. He schooled her about how to be bred by a gentleman of smaller stature, she had delayed her heat cycle so they could get right down to business nearly upon her arrival. Em settled in immediately.
Her lessee has been duly stricken by the slave rays and is now fully indoctrinated and very impressed by da Pook. She got a ride on Capria, as did I. Piccies to come.
Twix about killed me when I got home, demanding more than the usual service. Lessee of Em got piccies of the whole "don't do this at home kids" act, looking fwd to those.
DHF hospitality from horses and human wonderful as always.
Or, What We Did This Week. Ember has now gone out of heat, as witnessed not by her sudden lack of interest--she's still asking--but his. He came running when I let him out with her this morning, did a quick doubletake, shrugged, sighed, and said, "Ehhh, whatever."
Ephiny however, despite not being in heat at all, is his nightly turnout buddy and they have been seen to share the same piece of hay. This, in the horse world, is huge. She's no longer terrified of him. He's enjoying her company. So that continues.
Pooka really does train his Supermodels. He starts off by approaching from the side, then strrrrrrrretching his neck and resting his chin on her back and pressing down until she sits down. Then he backs off and waits for her to do it on her own. This may take a number of repetitions. When she's clearly got the point, he makes his move. With Ember, he came in a bit low--she's a lot higher-slung than his deep-bodied Lipizzan ladies. She popped him one. He backed off, rubbed his hands together, rolled up his sleeves, and came in for a dead-in landing.
Lather, rinse, repeat. And repeat until she's popped the follicle, at which point he's done, good job, mate, let's have lunch, shall we?
Not the usual vision of the vicious attack stallion. He's quite gentle and considerate, though if she's cranky, he may nip her until she settles down. If she's Really cranky, he just leaves. And if she's not ready, no matter if she thinks she is, he won't mess with her.
Come the Apocalypse, this boy has a real future as a wild herd stallion.
It looks as if Gold might go earlier than her due date. Tailhead is collapsing, and she's bagging up. She'll be in the safe zone for foaling in about another ten days. She looks good, no signs of trouble, a little bit of ventral edema but that's normal especially in older mares. I'm going to set up the foaling stall next week--must get fencing and supplies. Foaling-kit supplies are on order and should arrive tomorrow. Vet knows what's what, in case he's needed. Most definitely we're down to the wire.
In the It's Always Something department, Kaz came up dead lame while the Ember contingent were here. The vet couldn't find a fracture and there's no dislocation or tendon/ligament rupture, so the diagnosis is shoulder or elbow sprain. He's on crate rest with meds for 10 days. He's already notably better today, though he hasn't had his meds yet--that's the next thing after this update.
Copyedits for Golden Rose are in. Oy, did it need continuity work! Got it, too. All hail the copy editor; I'm blessed with a good one this round. Side effect of writing book II before the revision of book I--a lot of details got changed or developed a different emphasis, and I lost track of what was where. So now, we must fix them. Which is useful because I'm finishing III now, and I'll be clearer on which of various choices I ended up with.
And so we return to it. Arrgh.
lynnesite, pulled from comments:I'm back from delivering the Divine Miss Em, who hopped into a strange trailer without a backwards glance to get there.
Pook is the BBMFIC and the feeling of harmony at DHF is wonderful. He schooled her about how to be bred by a gentleman of smaller stature, she had delayed her heat cycle so they could get right down to business nearly upon her arrival. Em settled in immediately.
Her lessee has been duly stricken by the slave rays and is now fully indoctrinated and very impressed by da Pook. She got a ride on Capria, as did I. Piccies to come.
Twix about killed me when I got home, demanding more than the usual service. Lessee of Em got piccies of the whole "don't do this at home kids" act, looking fwd to those.
DHF hospitality from horses and human wonderful as always.
Or, What We Did This Week. Ember has now gone out of heat, as witnessed not by her sudden lack of interest--she's still asking--but his. He came running when I let him out with her this morning, did a quick doubletake, shrugged, sighed, and said, "Ehhh, whatever."
Ephiny however, despite not being in heat at all, is his nightly turnout buddy and they have been seen to share the same piece of hay. This, in the horse world, is huge. She's no longer terrified of him. He's enjoying her company. So that continues.
Pooka really does train his Supermodels. He starts off by approaching from the side, then strrrrrrrretching his neck and resting his chin on her back and pressing down until she sits down. Then he backs off and waits for her to do it on her own. This may take a number of repetitions. When she's clearly got the point, he makes his move. With Ember, he came in a bit low--she's a lot higher-slung than his deep-bodied Lipizzan ladies. She popped him one. He backed off, rubbed his hands together, rolled up his sleeves, and came in for a dead-in landing.
Lather, rinse, repeat. And repeat until she's popped the follicle, at which point he's done, good job, mate, let's have lunch, shall we?
Not the usual vision of the vicious attack stallion. He's quite gentle and considerate, though if she's cranky, he may nip her until she settles down. If she's Really cranky, he just leaves. And if she's not ready, no matter if she thinks she is, he won't mess with her.
Come the Apocalypse, this boy has a real future as a wild herd stallion.
It looks as if Gold might go earlier than her due date. Tailhead is collapsing, and she's bagging up. She'll be in the safe zone for foaling in about another ten days. She looks good, no signs of trouble, a little bit of ventral edema but that's normal especially in older mares. I'm going to set up the foaling stall next week--must get fencing and supplies. Foaling-kit supplies are on order and should arrive tomorrow. Vet knows what's what, in case he's needed. Most definitely we're down to the wire.
In the It's Always Something department, Kaz came up dead lame while the Ember contingent were here. The vet couldn't find a fracture and there's no dislocation or tendon/ligament rupture, so the diagnosis is shoulder or elbow sprain. He's on crate rest with meds for 10 days. He's already notably better today, though he hasn't had his meds yet--that's the next thing after this update.
Copyedits for Golden Rose are in. Oy, did it need continuity work! Got it, too. All hail the copy editor; I'm blessed with a good one this round. Side effect of writing book II before the revision of book I--a lot of details got changed or developed a different emphasis, and I lost track of what was where. So now, we must fix them. Which is useful because I'm finishing III now, and I'll be clearer on which of various choices I ended up with.
And so we return to it. Arrgh.
