In Australia, with STBs and TBs anyway, a yearling is an official yearling when it is 12 months old at the official horses' birthday. If the horse is born in October, say, it will be an official yearling the following September 1. If the foal is born early, say July 30, it is deemed a yearling when it is barely a month old, which is stupid and results in some people hiding premature racehorse foals in the back paddock for a couple of weeks until September 1. Of course you have to draw the line somewhere, or there will be unfair advantage.
In reality, of course, a yearling isn't a yearling until it is actually
12 months old.
My first horse, the French Trotter mare, was born in 1969 and was therefore older than me! Would have been the same with you and Darcell, and actually by a bigger margin too! Isn't it funny to be born last century?
I'm sure your girls can make some jokes about that.
In Western Australia, our winters are comparatively mild and are our actual growing season, and the horses are in rugs when there is rain with wind and/or cold - Romeo more often because he's old and likes his warm "bedclothes"!
It's the summer droughts I worry about with him, but he gets to come into the garden for green pick from the irrigated lawn - he can't process dry grass or hay anymore. Thankfully we have enough lawn / semi-pasture in the irrigated house surrounds for him. Pickings in the paddocks can be pretty dry in February and March especially.
Romeo spent this morning in the garden with me, eating his "porridge" and listening to Cape Breton fiddle music coming through the open living room window, while I put pea straw on more vegie beds, and prepared a few more spots for planting. I got my first zucchini transplanted, and it looks so innocent just with its seedling leaves and two first true leaves, but we all know they become monsters!
This one is a Blanco Lungo Cylindrico
, a very light green fruit with cream markings. I've got Black Beauty
in the mini-greenhouse, but it's not ready to plant out yet. I also planted out a few Lebanese cucumbers. Tomatoes after tea break - I'm on my second mug, and we drink our tea out of huge soup mugs, you get more hydrated that way and it's less work!
It's funny how animals are drawn to music. The horses generally like Celtic and Cape Breton fiddle music, as do the donkeys - it's often cheerful and crazy and upbeat and makes you want to tap your toes - and the balance is usually eerie laments. When I put the music on this morning, the new donkeys came running and queued up at the garden gate - this is the native garden near the house, not the food garden, where only Romeo is allowed! So I let them in - I've got the lower tier pegged off for animals to graze under supervision - Nelly and Benjamin, with a highly interested Don Quixote in tow. I think he's got a crush on pretty Nelly!
Mary Lou and Sparkle were lying down snoozing in the sun in the paddock.
This is one of the tracks that was playing this morning:
Our cows seem to come listen when there is piano music to be heard.
Romeo got a nice thorough grooming this morning after his breakfast, which he really enjoyed. A lot of his remaining coat shed out. He most probably has mild PPID as well, but probably has for years, and no symptoms except uneven shedding (he doesn't get very woolly), and really too old for us to consider treating him with the medicine I'm trialling Sunsmart on. He's OK, and his teeth are the biggest challenge. At that advanced age, I think horses are "DNR" - support them physically, but no major medical / pharmaceutical interventions. (And if I live to his equivalent age, which is late 90s, I wouldn't want major interventions either. Happy or dead, I think.)
My hands were too dirty to take photos of my garden work, but I will post some photos soon. Back out there in a minute, when the washing is on the line.
Have you had any frosts yet? Is there anything you can grow in a greenhouse over winter?
Hope you have a restful night!