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Bloody animals....
When I went out to give the boys their 6pm (coff) 7pm haylage nets, I noticed that the Baby hadn't eaten, well, any of his dinner time hay. I put it down to his having had extra dinner-time haylage, which was just so tasty that he'd forgotten his hay. GB often has a wee bit of hay left at 6pm, after all. (GB has been getting the extra for a while, because I was worried about his weight: Baby has been dropping off a bit too, so we added it in for him starting today). I then completely forgot to mention it to Mike, as Sunday evening is phoning-the-parents night (and they're probably coming to visit the week after next. Expect Interesting.)
I've now been out with their 9pm snacks, and he wasn't shouting 'food now', has still still barely touched the dinner hay, and left some of the haylage in the net. When I put the hay in, he just stood with his head over the door looking pathetic, and snuffling against me (which he never normally does, as I am the Evil Human, dispenser of beatings, rider of having to do some bloody work, and bringer of vet). Am officially Worried.
His heart rate seems a little fast/irregular, too, although I'm basing the former on listening to his side, walking next door, and then listening at the side of a much older horse, and his tummy's not as gurgly as GB's, either. It all sounds a bit colic-like to me.
This is all complicated by the fact that Mike has a 3:30am work thing, and so Needs His Sleep and really does not need anything extra to keep him awake. So I blithely lied to Mike about them all being fine, sent him to bed, and then sat down and wrote him a list of details and instructions for when he gets up. I'll be out there again, probably more than once, before I go to bed. I really don't feel that I can wake Mrs Next Door up, under the circumstances, but if Baby looks distressed then I might get Mr out of bed to help out until the vet arrives. (I did, seeing a light on, send Mr a SMS saying "***If*** she's still awake and dressed then please let me know" No reply, which either means it's her who's up and unable to sleep or that his phone's got no bloody signal.)
Fingers very much crossed that I don't spend half the night walking Baby in circles ('though at least it's not raining!), and can instead tear up my instructions to Mike, leaving him bemused when he sees this post tomorrow....
Edit: I did go and summon the Next Doors. We walked him for a bit, until he started farting like a trooper. When he went back in, he started picking at his hay, which is good. I'll go back out in another hour or so, but I think he's ok....
Another edit: Poo! Yay! Bed now....
I've now been out with their 9pm snacks, and he wasn't shouting 'food now', has still still barely touched the dinner hay, and left some of the haylage in the net. When I put the hay in, he just stood with his head over the door looking pathetic, and snuffling against me (which he never normally does, as I am the Evil Human, dispenser of beatings, rider of having to do some bloody work, and bringer of vet). Am officially Worried.
His heart rate seems a little fast/irregular, too, although I'm basing the former on listening to his side, walking next door, and then listening at the side of a much older horse, and his tummy's not as gurgly as GB's, either. It all sounds a bit colic-like to me.
This is all complicated by the fact that Mike has a 3:30am work thing, and so Needs His Sleep and really does not need anything extra to keep him awake. So I blithely lied to Mike about them all being fine, sent him to bed, and then sat down and wrote him a list of details and instructions for when he gets up. I'll be out there again, probably more than once, before I go to bed. I really don't feel that I can wake Mrs Next Door up, under the circumstances, but if Baby looks distressed then I might get Mr out of bed to help out until the vet arrives. (I did, seeing a light on, send Mr a SMS saying "***If*** she's still awake and dressed then please let me know" No reply, which either means it's her who's up and unable to sleep or that his phone's got no bloody signal.)
Fingers very much crossed that I don't spend half the night walking Baby in circles ('though at least it's not raining!), and can instead tear up my instructions to Mike, leaving him bemused when he sees this post tomorrow....
Edit: I did go and summon the Next Doors. We walked him for a bit, until he started farting like a trooper. When he went back in, he started picking at his hay, which is good. I'll go back out in another hour or so, but I think he's ok....
Another edit: Poo! Yay! Bed now....