I found his fly mask! It was lying in the middle of a turn-out pen. Other fly masks were also lying around in there. Strange. But it was in one piece! I guess he got it off before ripping up his eyelid. Oh, Solomon. He got a mention in this month's newsletter at the barn. It said he ran through a fence and hurt himself playing salt-lick hockey. Hah!
So. Pictures.
Solly got fresh dry gravel today! They still have to re-level his paddock, but this will help a lot in the meantime. Yay for the stable-hands. :D
Here are Solomon's dirty hoof bottoms. I picked them and swept the paddock and he managed to find more yuck to step in afterwards.
His rear hooves, which are still not perfect by far, but the angles are a lot more similar than before:
His front hooves.
His leg wound is unwrapped now. I put more ointment on it after taking this picture. Now it mostly looks like a scrape. The hair that the vet shaved is even growing back!
Solomon was a very good boy today. He walked with me and kept himself in just the right place beside me. No pulling ahead, no trying to run to the pasture. I didn't have to put any tension on his chain at all except once when we first set out where he stopped for a moment because I'd interrupted his meal and he kind of wanted to go back and eat. But after a moment he perked right up, and once we were out of the barn he was just SO good. Peppermints were had when he got back to his stall.
Here's the view of the forested hills across the road from his barn:
I wanted to share some pictures of Solly's neighbors with you too.
Here are the three ancient mares who live kitty-corner to Solly's paddock:
Pica Aloha, who belongs to the BO. I am not sure what is wrong with her. Something. But she is also just very old.
Next is Amber, who recently moved in from the pasture. She was getting really skinny out there, but is now getting better. Solomon HATES Amber for some reason, you should have seen the faces he was making the other day when she was walked past him. Amber is in her 30s.
This is Joline. She has Cushings. She's doing pretty well, considering that.
This is Rosie, the other Freisian in our barn. She is kind of convinced that I am evil, currently, because I dropped some dirt near her while she was getting a bath. But she is a very pretty and sweet mare. Not the most flattering photo of her, heh. She is in the barn proper section of Solly's barn. It's $120 more a month for a horse to live in one of the barn stalls, and they do not have pasture access, just turn-out in the turn-out paddocks.
And finally, here is Picasso in one of those turn-out paddocks. He is a warmblood, and for some reason I really really like him. This flymask is not very manly though, now is it?
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