Huckleberry cautiously checked out his surroundings and then went to eating hay. It was the first time I really got a good look at the injuries to his hind legs…yuck city. Apparently about a year ago he got caught in a fence, the resulting injuries were never treated, and so proud flesh has taken over. He has had these injuries for a year and received zero treatment. What is wrong with people? The flies and even the meat bees are thrilled with the fleshy bloody oozy mess. There is a lot of swelling in both hinds; his hooves are a wreck, almost clubby in the hinds.
He moves out well, even bucks and kicks; pretty floating trot, so I'm hopefully the damage is repairable.
Rolex was quick to let Huckleberry know this was his herd, and not to forget it… he keeps an eye on him from across the fence, throwing his head and staring him down from time to time.
After I came home from trimming horses I spent some time just sitting in a chair in the round pen with him. He smelled me some, but mostly kept his distance. I was careful not to pressure him, we shared a few breaths together and since I figured I'd gotten more than I asked for it was time to leave.
Sunday evening the famous Jackie Hero to All Black and White Paint Horses and Magical Wound Healer came over to meet our newest addition. She sat quietly outside the round pen; he was very interested in her. She tried to offer him a cookie, but he doesn't seem to know what to do with 'em.
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