When T.S. Eliot penned “April is the cruelest month,” he obviously had forgotten about November. But then again, he probably wasn’t involved with racehorses. For those of us who are, November has to be the most miserable time of the year. The days are so short that you start work in the dark and you finish in the dark. Thankfully, this year hasn’t been nearly as cold and snowy as last year, but it has featured bone-chilling high humidity. A thick fog has blanketed Maisons-Laffitte for the past few mornings, and it gets heavier in the hour after sunrise, already the coldest of the day.
The horses don’t appreciate it much, either. They change their coats, pushing out winter wool, which we then have to clip off so they can work and sweat without catching cold. The heavy rugs have come out, but get alternated with the lighter polar fleeces during the day, because the winter rugs are too hot in the afternoon. Changing their clothes three times a day adds to the work load, and wiping all the runny noses and seeing to the coughs and sneezes are keeping us running, too. It’s the time of year when we need to decide who should push through a winter campaign and who needs a break. The turf racing is almost over, and the all-weather races in Deauville and Cagnes-sur-Mer are ahead.
We’re counting the days until Dec. 21, when we start to add back those precious minutes of sunlight that make such a huge difference. By then, too, the horses will have adjusted to winter. The coughs and niggling health problems that come with the change of season should be behind us – to some extent, it seems we’ve already turned that page, because most of the horses seem to be coming up in form. All that Vitamin C and echinacea extract has paid off.
Satwa Sunrise has started galloping without the aid of Lasix, and seems to be completely fine. We haven’t done head-to-head work with her yet, but will start that next week, and she should run in two weeks (or at least she has an entry – we’ll have to see if she gets in. Magical Flower seems to be recovered from her brush with a cold, and even Triple Tonic seems back in form, except that she popped a splint on her near fore and will have to have an easy week to let it set.
Deep Ocean is a lovely horse, and the infiltration and Tildren treatment seem to have made him pretty comfortable. He had a gallop yesterday that was quite impressive, and I’m looking forward to seeing him race in December. He has to switch boxes and go to a bed of shavings, though, because he has threatened to colic twice in the past week after trying to eat his entire straw mattress.
Little Milly (Surrey Storm) is giving us no trouble at all, and seems to be balancing up a bit better. Hard Way is training up so well I’ve had to cut his feed back because I can’t hold onto him any more. He was supposed to be spending the winter as essentially the stable pony, and he’s only eating pony food, but he thinks he’s ready for Longchamp. I had forgotten what a magnificent stride he has – even going slow he opens up huge distances from the others. Anyway, we’ll try to keep him turned down to simmer for the moment.
The enigma has been King Driver, who just doesn’t seem to have a great immune system. He ran two nice races, but then we had to give him a flu shot, after which he promptly got a fever and a cough. Just when I’m ready to pick up the phone to call the vet to come and geld him, though, he seems to stage a miraculous recovery. He’s not quite 100 percent yet, but he’s fighting hard to get there.
Pretty much everybody can race in December, I think, and then we need to decide who goes to Cagnes. Strictly Rhythm will come back into training in December to get ready to go down south, and Sunrise, Magic and Milly will probably also go. Deep Ocean can’t because he can only run left-handed (Cagnes runs right), but King and Triple can go if they are healthy. I have six boxes, so the final roster will wait awhile to be determined.
Meanwhile, dreaming of Cote d’Azur sun will get us through November, which, apologies to T.S. Eliot, really is the cruelest month.
I had to laugh at the horse eating his bed. In California, they always bed with shavings. The first time I bedded a horse on straw, I got there the next morning and it was completely gone. She showed no ill effects, though. And they there was the one who let himself out of his stall by kicking the door till it fell off the slider, and went to the feed bin (an old freezer) opened it, and helped himself. Twice. Very enterprising fellow.
omg u r using lasix. without any sarcasm intended–we do learn as we go, eh?
Not at all, Ratherrapid, you haven’t been keeping up. Satwa Sunrise CAME from a trainer that used Lasix to gallop her. *I* am absolutely NOT going to use Lasix. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes. So far, I’ve not decided to give her any of our plant-based anti-bleeding products, either. I’ve not found that any of them are really effective. And she will have water up to an hour before post time, just like all my other horses. Sorry to take the Schadenfreude out of your day.
Supposedly “time to heal” is the only effective remedy.
It’s over, Gina. It’s over. And we’re just a day over 2 weeks away from the winter solstice. Eat that fish. I’ll cook it and bring it along.
I’m looking forward to future comments on Satwa Sunrise. Did she draw in to the Dec. 7th race? Doc McGee, an old veterinarian in Lexington, KY, examined a horse in a stall years ago, placed his syringe on a tack box in the shedrow, and plopped a newspaper on top of it. “Time will heal this horse,” he said. I’m American and anti-Lasix race day.
Jane Smiley’s anecdote about ‘the enterprising fellow’ was amusing.
It appears my new racing eBook, The Woman Who Loved Horses, has been well received its first two months, and I’m interested in learning more about racing in France. Good luck, Gina.