Happily, Skid’s problem did indeed turn out to be a small stone bruise. The farrier bled it out this morning, packed it with vetadine and sugar and he now has new shoes with protective plaques to keep the stones out. I rode him out after the repairs, and he was absolutely sound and jumping out of his skin. All good news. Still hoping for more good news on the new filly, but we have to wait until Dr. Douay has a look at her tomorrow.
And last but not least, Well Shuffled, the first foal of my mare Well Done Clare, arrived at the yard yesterday morning and he had a big day this morning: Shoes on the front, the dentist floated his molars and Sebastian did some long-reining with him to get him moving. He is a nice little fellow – little being the operative word. But he is well-built and has his mother’s substantial rump, so he might make a two-year-old. And anyone who knows me will find this amusing: We can’t, for the moment anyway, geld him. He seems to have only one testicle descended, and unless the other one shows up soon we may be a bit stuck with him as an entire. Here’s hoping he’s the next Storm Cat, because otherwise I’m going to be very unhappy at having to put up with a colt.