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Trying a journal format to keep track of an interesting adventure, so bear with me, I am not used to online journals but I like Horse Forum and find it very encouraging to read about the experiences of other horse lovers.
In September this year (not two months ago) I agreed to foster a Thoroughbred from the local horse rescue centre. This was a somewhat hasty and not (as I am sure you will advise me it should have been) a carefully considered decision. The reason is that........well I will have to go back a bit to get to this point. I keep two horses on a 5 acre smallholding, on the Southern coast of Africa, and have lived here with horses, dogs, cats, birds, buck, tortoises, snakes, mongooses, porcupines and various other wildlife for over twenty years. I ride for pleasure, the horses are companions and friends and there is no commercial value to this equine establishment, and I am a professor at the local university so my salary keeps the horses.
You will see on my profile five horses - two of the horses who lived here when I joined the Horse Forum have died, my very old Thoroughbred Keen Edge, :runninghorse2: who died at the age of 29 last year; and Viva, my beloved Saddler cross, who died suddenly a couple of years ago. My friend's thoroughbred Breaker was the third horse, and when Viva died I looked for another horse to see me through to the end of my riding life. I bought a lovely young Arab cross, Warrior Brave, who I bravely brought on until he started coughing badly last year. Eventually I took the difficult decision, on vet's advice, to send him away to a friend's farm in a different environment, to see if he would recover from his lung problem. The crisis came when the friend had to have her old horse put down, and so needed a companion immediately for her young horse. (This is a long and complicated story behind the real story of the foster horse.....) so poor Mr Brave moved to his new (hopefully temporary) home. The problem was....we could't leave poor Breaker alone - a very 'herdy' and sensitive lad. My long-time riding partner came up with the brilliant idea: couldn't I get a foster horse from the horse rescue unit? Now this is a small community, and so I happened to have dinner one evening during this crisis with the horse rescue unit manager, and asked her what to do. Well, come to the unit tomorrow and meet the horses, she said. And so I went there the next day, and met Bezant.
More to follow soon.....
In September this year (not two months ago) I agreed to foster a Thoroughbred from the local horse rescue centre. This was a somewhat hasty and not (as I am sure you will advise me it should have been) a carefully considered decision. The reason is that........well I will have to go back a bit to get to this point. I keep two horses on a 5 acre smallholding, on the Southern coast of Africa, and have lived here with horses, dogs, cats, birds, buck, tortoises, snakes, mongooses, porcupines and various other wildlife for over twenty years. I ride for pleasure, the horses are companions and friends and there is no commercial value to this equine establishment, and I am a professor at the local university so my salary keeps the horses.
You will see on my profile five horses - two of the horses who lived here when I joined the Horse Forum have died, my very old Thoroughbred Keen Edge, :runninghorse2: who died at the age of 29 last year; and Viva, my beloved Saddler cross, who died suddenly a couple of years ago. My friend's thoroughbred Breaker was the third horse, and when Viva died I looked for another horse to see me through to the end of my riding life. I bought a lovely young Arab cross, Warrior Brave, who I bravely brought on until he started coughing badly last year. Eventually I took the difficult decision, on vet's advice, to send him away to a friend's farm in a different environment, to see if he would recover from his lung problem. The crisis came when the friend had to have her old horse put down, and so needed a companion immediately for her young horse. (This is a long and complicated story behind the real story of the foster horse.....) so poor Mr Brave moved to his new (hopefully temporary) home. The problem was....we could't leave poor Breaker alone - a very 'herdy' and sensitive lad. My long-time riding partner came up with the brilliant idea: couldn't I get a foster horse from the horse rescue unit? Now this is a small community, and so I happened to have dinner one evening during this crisis with the horse rescue unit manager, and asked her what to do. Well, come to the unit tomorrow and meet the horses, she said. And so I went there the next day, and met Bezant.
More to follow soon.....