Animals and birds seem to be the predominant theme for me this week. If I’m not attempting to rescue a seagull with fishing wire wrapped around it’s leg, I’m trying to hustle koalas and echidnas to safety off the middle of main country roads.
What We Wouldn’t Do For Our Country Critters.
Animals and birds seem to be the predominant theme for me this week. If I’m not attempting to rescue a seagull with fishing wire wrapped around it’s leg, I’m trying to hustle koalas and echidnas to safety off the middle of main country roads. I even saved a little frog, which found its way indoors! Then there was the native bird, which made a bee-line for my car and sat on my right side mirror for a good five seconds, inspecting it for insects. I hadn’t even turned the engine off although I was stationary.
I was parked at the Tarwin Lower jetty to spoil a friend’s beautiful horse (with her permission), which is presently homed in a surrounding paddock. I save our left over apples and carrots, a touch past their use by date, for this lovely creature, who eagerly appreciates the extra treats. He sees me coming a mile away and knows exactly what’s going on. I miss having a horse in my care, but this is the closet I’ll ever have to owning another.
Quite a few years ago, through cancer, I lost a beautiful, chestnut, quarter horse, who was a stunning, strong, muscular twenty-two year old retiree with the most loving, placid nature I had ever encountered. It was such a pleasure to nurture and care for him, and I made sure his retirement was as close to ‘horse paradise’ as I could offer. He is now buried on our farm beside other precious and missed farm pets.
Being completely heartbroken at the time, a few weeks later my husband surprised me with a rescue horse! I came home from work, on our wedding anniversary, to find an extremely quiet, arthritic, thirty-two year old, quarter horse on death’s door. It was a miracle he had survived the one hour float trip to our farm. His aged face wore big, brown, sad eyes, his ribs were protruding terribly and he seemed to lack the energy to even hold up his head. He literally brought me tears.
Sky had worked extremely hard in the cutting arena throughout his life and had been in retirement for many years. He was continuously kept in good condition, residing on beautiful cattle farms, until the drought one summer took its toll and grass became scarce. Sky then proceeded to drop weight reaching a crisis point.
I won’t lie. I felt a little upset and disappointed, especially after the special bond I experienced with Baldy. You’d think this animal would have appreciated my effort of bringing him back to life, so to speak. But then I thought, “Hang on, he owes me nothing. Aren’t I nursing and caring for him unconditionally? Sky is old and wise and if he doesn’t feel like being affectionate, that’s his prerogative. Yes, he’s cantankerous and stubborn, but so be it. If that’s the way he is, then that’s the way he is. I need to accept that.”
However, I continued to try and win Sky over in the hope he would one day surprise and meet me half way. In actual fact, by witnessing his daily transformation, I was greatly rewarded for my effort. The most important thing was Sky felt happy, healthy and enjoyed his retirement. He’d certainly done tremendously well to reach his thirty-two years of age, especially with what he had endured, and I couldn’t help but have the greatest respect for him.
Then … in September of 2017 when Sky had turned thirty-four, the unthinkable happened. I watched him horrifically die through the bite of a venomous snake. I knelt in shock and horror powerlessly beside him. I couldn’t even comfort or calm him down during his slow, torturous death, as the poison flowed through his adrenaline glands. I immediately called the vet when the snake struck, praying he could be saved, but help arrived five minutes after Sky took his last breath. I was told his death was inevitable.
I will never forget that devastating day and I’m still upset, even angry, Sky departed this world in such a horrendous way after being such a fighter all his life. Couldn’t he have just closed his eyes and fallen asleep forever more during a nanna nap?
I will never understand.
No more horses for me. I couldn’t bear to go through a gut wrenching experience like that again. I am now more than happy to spoil other ponies in my travels, if allowed.
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