No picture today, folks. The mental image is bad enough.
I called my sister this afternoon to catch up and to wish my 10-year-old nephew a happy birthday. Usually I would sit in the living room or the kitchen, but I was on the couch in our mud room so as not to disturb David (napping) or our friend Roger (working). About 20 minutes into the conversation David came bursting out of our bedroom and shouted "SARAH! There's something wrong with Raven. She fell down." I was off the phone, into boots and out the mudroom door like a shot.
What I saw was my beautiful girl almost upside down in the old bathtub we use as a water trough. Her eyes were closed, her legs out straight, blood running out of her mouth, my heart stopped. As I got closer she opened her eyes and I could see that her lower jaw was caught behind the upper chest strap on her rain sheet. She was perfectly still and she gave a low nicker when she saw me. I thought you'd never come.
Those moments are crystal clear but the rest is a bit of a blur. Our neighbor from across the street was just running over as I shouted "I need scissors", which came flying out the bedroom window. All the dogs started to bark and Raven, previously so calm and patient in her predicament, seemed to decide that it was safe to resume her struggle. She gave a mighty heave, tipped herself and the trough sideways, got enough slack to get her jaw free, and came to her feet in a shambles.
She is better than can be expected. A few gashes but nothing that should be stitched. All ribs seem to be intact and her breathing looks easy. My biggest concern is her cut up gums, but a warm mash went down with ease. She has nibbled at some grass, but any hay she takes up just drops out followed by funny faces. They are obviously sore, but I am hoping that a steady diet of soaked beet pulp will allow her to heal up over the next few days. She will be one miserable horse tomorrow I imagine.
Once Raven was taken care of I got that tub out. of. my. paddock. Not good for the back, but good for the soul. Never again will I use a water vessel that could potentially contain a horse. An old garbage can will have to suffice for now, but I think that an automatic waterer will be on its way.