First of all, thanks to everyone for the kind comments about my blog last week. I’ve not done such a great job with it lately and you do have to wonder why anyone would find a blog about retired horses (i.e. horses that don’t really do anything) terribly interesting. So thank you very much for letting me know that some people do actually look at this thing! Now on to my discovery . . .
I really love taking care of the horses and spending my days with them. By the end of blanketing season I will admit I am sick of taking them on and off but I don’t even really mind that. I enjoy being outside in the changing seasons. Sometimes I don’t even mind getting rained on. One of the things I truly dread has always been paste worming the entire farm.
All of the residents are wonderful horses and pleasant to work around, but when it comes time to stick a tube of wormer down their mouths, well, that is when you are introduced to their dark side! Most of the horses are actually quite good about it. However, since most of them live out 24/7 once you’ve de-wormed one horse in the group the rest know it is coming. I wouldn’t stick around for that and the horses feel the same way! We jokingly have what we call our “runners,” the ones that know it is coming and exit the building. We always try to get the worst runners first but they can’t all be first. So on top of dragging around a mountain of halters and a zillion tubes of paste wormer, there you are chasing down the runners and convincing them that the horse cookie is totally worth having the halter put on and the dreaded tube inserted in their mouth.
Apparently I was the last person on earth to come to this brilliant discovery, but I’ve found a much easier approach to paste worming. I just empty the tubes into their feed and let them eat it. Wow, no dragging out the mountain of halters, no chasing the runners, the people administering the wormer aren’t covered in sticky worming paste, none of it is spit out, no waste . . . I could go on forever about how much this discovery improved my life! If I only had a few horses to administer wormer to then it wouldn’t really have been a life changing discovery, but we’ve got well over thirty horses here. On top of that a lot of them are big horses and one tube of wormer isn’t enough for many of them, many get a tube and a half. You can catch them off guard with the first tube but they know the second one is coming, and of course the taller they are the more likely it is that they will put their head up in the air!
Last week was my second time administering the paste wormer in the feed. Every single horse ate it, every bite licked up. I have a bit of an advantage since I feed with feedbags. Also, we soak everyone’s feed as well, so they are used to eating wet feed, and as you know it is easier to mix stuff up when it is wet. With the feedbags they can’t spit it out, fling it out, drop feed or otherwise get rid of any unwanted addition to their food, they just have to eat it. A few of them eat slower than usual and try to find a way to avoid eating it, but even these horses still finished every bite. With the ones that I know are super fussy about unknown substances in their food, I sprinkled a bit of dried molasses onto the wormer paste and then thoroughly mixed the wormer/molasses paste with their feed. I guess you could say I sweetened the deal!
Anyway, I thought I would pass my discovery along in case there is anyone else out there that hadn’t tried it yet. When I’ve mentioned my exciting news to my horse friends most of them had already tried this. Well, I may be slow but I’m hell once I catch on. At least I think that is how that saying goes!
On a completely unrelated subject Jason cooked dinner Friday night and Sunday night. In a rare occurrence I am rendered truly speechless with nothing to say. I don’t have a clue what brought this on and I don’t want to ruin it. Oh wait, I do have something to say. It was actually good! The smoke alarm only went off one time. Friday night we had salmon and Sunday we had pork tenderloin. Wow. Huh. Wonders never cease.