Passing of the Torch

Posted at September 1, 2009 // Farm Life

There was another escape yesterday. Don’t worry – not nearly as bad as last time, but still gave me flashbacks to “the great escape”. I arrived at the barn on monday afternoon to find Nitro out of his stall again. This time I think he opened his dutch door himself. And when I found him he was glued to the stall door that holds my sisters mare. He was pacing inside and outside the open stall next to her – why – to keep the trick ponies away from her. Nitro obviously felt as if he had to claim Jet as his own, so he kept the trick ponies corralled in the back corner of the paddock. Poor ponies.

Nitro protecting his mare, Jet

Nitro has issues with mares. He falls utterly and hopelessly in love with them. I guess you can’t blame him wanting a girl. His devotion is actually quite admiral – I think he would die for them if he had to.

The interesting thing is that he didn’t used to be like this. When Nitro first came to live with me he didn’t have an obsession with the mares, or a need to control everyone in the herd. In fact he had no interest in any of this for about 3 years of living with me. But I know exactly what changed him.

My mothers horse, Pippin, was always the herd leader. He worried, by weaving his stall, when the rest of the herd wasn’t in the barn, he watched over his mares, and called for the rest of the herd when they got too far out of site. He paced the fence when anyone left the farm. He basically was “head stallion” despite being a gelding. And when Nitro came to live with me he was sent to live with Pippin. I think Pippin took him under his wing – perhaps the son he never had. Nitro didn’t take on any of Pippins bad habits right away. It wasn’t until Pippin’s tragic death that Nitro changed.

Blitz and Minnow watch as Nitro keeps them at bay

I was away at my first year of college when Pippin died. Its worth noting that Pippin was my mom’s home-bred baby that she had had since she was 16. He was her “horse baby”. That being said it was even more devastating the way that Pippin died. At about 23 years old (the same age Nitro is now) Pippin started having seizures. They were strange seizures where he would go into a trance like state and not respond. His head would droop and he would become unresponsive. Then suddenly he would snap out of it and go back to eating. We called the vet many times during his episodes, but never once were they able to catch him in the act. Without a true diagnosis we ended up padding the walls of Pippin’s stalls and giving him rubber buckets. So that if anything worse happened while we weren’t there he wouldn’t becoming injured.

Several months went by – perhaps even a year – I can’t remember exactly how long we were aware of Pippin’s condition- occasionally we would witness his seizures, and likely he had them when we weren’t there too. Then one morning my younger sister and my mom were out feeding horses while I was away at school. My sister, who was about 12 at the time, went out to find Pippin who didn’t come in with the rest of the herd. Suddenly she came screaming back to the barn. She had found Pippin lying in a ditch covered in a pool of blood. As my mom rushed to his side she saw that he was still breathing. Vets were called and my mom scrambled to try to get Pippin out of the ditch. She had him up briefly before he collapsed into her arms.

Minnow and Boomer. Minnow has a much gentler approach to herd leader

His injuries were horrifying as it seems as if he had fallen into the high-tension electric fence at the farm we were renting before falling into the ditch. If you know anything about this type of fence you know that it is virtually unbreakable – and after you read what happened next you will know why I recommend NEVER having this type of fence on your farm. As Pippin fell into the fence it wrapped around him at his stifle – and for lack of a better work – sliced his back legs almost completely off.

My mom held him as his breathing slowed and he expelled his last breath. He had lost way too much blood to go on.

We believe that Pippin likely had had a seizure overnight which caused him to fall into the fence. After the horrifying ordeal was over it was noticed that Nitro was still in the pasture – watching as his mentor painfully passed away. In the months following Nitro refused to walk past the site of Pippin’s death. And slowly he began to change. I believe Pippin passed on the role of “head stallion” to his predecessor and is the reason Nitro is so concerned about the herd now.

I worry now that soon Nitro won’t be around to watch over his herd as my mom’s horse did. He’ll be 24 next year, and I know that he won’t continue on forever. Blitz has taken a liking to Nitro – and although he is not the top of the pack (Minnow is) he tends to try to emulate Nitro sometimes. As much as I love the idea of “passing the torch”, Nitro’s antics are less than desirable and it would be a shame if Blitz ended up with the job after Nitro is gone. I keep Blitz stalled as far as possible from Nitro, but with his recent breakouts I worry what he’s already taught to my unsuspecting Blitz.

I guess we will just have to wait and see and hope that it doesn’t happen anytime soon.

-KD
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