Wednesday, March 26, 2008
When I went out to feed the boys their evening hay, I found Rupert in his usual "feed me, it's dinnertime" spot, but instead of standing there looking starved and expectant, he was laying upside down, cast up against the fence. He was looking terribly unhappy - wildeyed and slightly sweaty, and was totally unable to roll back over to get himself up. Luckily for both of us, he was on some poop covered ice (there are some things not very pretty about the Cariboo in March), and after putting his halter on, I was able to drag/pivot him around and help him onto his chest. He immediately hoisted himself up, looked slightly embarrassed, and momentarily seemed quite grateful for my assistance. He quickly regained his composure, and tucked into his hay like absolutely nothing had happened.