No cod for you!

Solomon had something stuck in his teeth, but he wouldn't let me try to dig around for it. It was bugging him so much he wasn't so interested in apples and carrots!

Senior feed, on the other hand...




First he got a bit of hay, and K_____ was kind enough to snap some photos of us!







I was making a kissyface here, and Solly was chewing.



Meanwhile, Jewel was demonstrating the majesty and dignity of horses by scratching her butt on the gate.

I decided to try something an Icelandic friend of mine told me about horses in winter. Over there, they put salt fish in barrels for the horses to eat if they want. It has salt, protein, omega 3 fatty acids, all that good stuff. So today I tried to give Sol some salt cod.



Solomon was very offended. He ate all his senior feed, but didn't eat his apples until later.

Here, have a ton of horse photos!

















After he ate, I took Solomon to the patience tree.



Peekaboo! I had to run into the bathroom for a moment, and he was whinnying for me until he saw me come out of the house again. I think he was convinced that I had forgotten him.

I had planned on roundpenning Solomon, but then I found this.



I don't even know how he did that. It's the inside of his right hind.

So out came the ever-versatile bucket, this time with warm water and betadine.



I got him to put his foot all the way down in it.



You can't tell from the picture, but there's a deep cut in the middle of the more shallow area. There's a bit of swelling. I scrubbed it and then put on triple antibiotic ointment. No roundpenning today!



Sol went back to his little herd of three. The Little Bay Gelding attempted to approach him, and he chased him off right quick. He seems to rule that little pasture. Not the worst leader they could ask for. He tends to use just enough pressure to make his point.



The Little Bay Gelding wanted to know all about my shirt.



Solomon playing "king of the gate."



I helped sling hay flakes to the horses after I put Solomon in his pasture for the night. It was loose scratchy oat hay, and a fair amount ended up in my bra. That shirt? Not a hay-slinging shirt. So I ended up asking A____ to let me in her trailer for a little while so I could remove the offending scratchy bits before taking the 1.5 hour drive home. She latched me in, and once I had gotten myself straightened out again, I pawed on the trailer floor. She laughed and let me out.

The weather was gorgeous and I saw Solly trot voluntarily a bit. Here's hoping he's okay!

I might have a vet do some blood tests though.