Monday, June 24, 2013

The Nurse and Other Aid

 Part 1

This nurse had only been here a time or two before that day even though I saw both a nurse and a wound specialist at least once a week. The wound nurse was always the same man. The nurses I didn't see often enough to learn any of their names.

I think God must have been looking out for me for this woman to be the one assigned to my case that week. She was supposed to have come on an earlier day but had been forced to reschedule and that's how she ended up at my farm on the day I definitely needed her most.

I didn't remember why she had expressed an interest in my horses on her previous visits. Only that she did so I decided to share my dilemma with her.

I told her I had just learned my horses were starving because of my illness and that I needed to give them all away as soon as possible before any more harm came to them. I explained to her how hard the economy had hit the horse market leading me to believe finding homes for this many horses would not be easy but I had to get it done to do right by my herd.

Not being a horse person, all she could do was nod her head like she could imagine the difficulty of the job before me. She didn't know anything about horses except she thought they were magnificent creatures, so she wouldn't know what was good for them or what wasn't.

 This nurse was, however, very active in her county grange and thought maybe some of her grange friends might have ideas. If she had my permission to share my story, she would see if she could come up with any resources that could be helpful to me.

Of course, I jumped at the chance. I would have done anything to find good homes for my horses. Just having that .ittle glimmer of hope was enough to soothe the terror gnashing at my heart. I could live with giving all my horses away but I could not live with causing them harm.

After the nurse left I began to think about what I needed to do to figure out what was causing my horses to starve. They were, afterall, being fed regularly so there must be some explanation for what was happening to them.

My friend had said the hay was poor quality but Dave claimed the bales on the end that she had seen were not the norm. Going through bales from each barn to pull samples, I found Dave's observation to be true.

 I put those samples in the mail and sent them off to the forage lab. Being contracted to buy these fields, I needed to know exactly what the status of this hay was so I could fix whatever needed fixing.

Then I called a local trainer who I thought I could trust. I asked her what things I could do in the short term to fix a problem with feed and she was going to come to my farm to see the horses for herself so she would have a better idea what we were up against.

Between deciding to test the hay, getting a plan to adjust the feed and having another set of eyes to judge the horses' condition, I felt another step closer towards getting things under control. Little did I know that while the nurse would turn out to be my angel, the trainer would be another devil in disguise.

To be continued.......

Background on the Trainer........


  1. Well, I guess there's no end to the corruption of some people in the horse business. I've met some unscrupulous trainers and dealers in my time but nobody that even comes close to the dishonesty of these people. Glad the nurse was trying to help.

  2. I keep thinking about this over and over, and I cannot wrap my head around folks like this, if (which I realize was not the case ) this woman had really wanted to help in stead of demanding you "give " her Doc, she should have offered fair market value for him so help feed the rest. I don't know if you are aware of how I came to own my Palomino stallion Cactus ? he was owned by a young farrier I knew , Cactus had a bad leg wound and the kid offered him to me for essentially meat price. I went to look at him and saw his papers, what I found was a very well bred colt with a wound that although messy was manageable. I said the same to this guy and suggested, he could get far more for him if the wound was healed. He stated he simply had no time( no doubt! this was a great farrier and he was super busy ) I would help clean it up, then see if he still wanted to sell.He declined again , offered the original price saying he thought I would make a good home for Cactus. Eventually I stopped arguing and gave him the money! I took Cactus home and have never regretted it. But I did really try to do the honorable thing,offered all I could and at no point did I think of ways to scoop this amazing colt from him for less than his worth.While I did pay far less in the end ,it was not from any wrangling on my part.Some folks have laughed at me for this saying I should have run with it first chance I got , but I cannot ,will not capitalize on someone else's misfortune or inexperience , and I cannot understand how any one could. Glad this nurse came along for you in your time of need.

  3. Glad the nurse was there to help in more ways than one. People like her are angels in disguise.

    I have gotten several horses for free or cheap over the years, but they were all marketed that way before I even went to look. I can't imagine going to look and demanding one be given to me. Beyond everything else already said about these creatures, that is just rude and bad manners on top of it all.