eggs on, eggs off

bit · eggs on, eggs off

We've had our hard freeze, so it was time to remove bot eggs and worm the horses. Sometimes, with kids and horses. there are things that simply must be. Soaking hooves because of abscesses. Bandaging boo boos. Pink medicine (omoxicillon), and sitting under the horses scraping bot eggs with a bot knife.
Could have been a job, but I found myself getting very picky about getting every egg, enjoying the timies the eggs came off with just the right angle of the knife, and moving with the horses as we changed grazing spots. I didn't think about, "will they be ok with me sitting under them?" Bit I wasn't too worried about, but Shaun is a race horse. A race horse I don't know THAT well. He trusts me, so I figured it was time I trusted him.
Another bonding experience.. After the eggs were removed, yucky wormer administered, we walked the two acres over to the next door stallion and took a nap. Shaun checked in a lot, messing my hair with his nose, breathing in my smells.
It can be about bot eggs and worming. It can be about spending time with your partner, touching, stroking, murmering softly. Doing what you do with excellence, in good company.

ElaineW

Bit I got a visual!!
And it sounds like a wonderful time spent.

for the record, I HATE them darned bot eggs!
And I can't seem to get that egg remover thingie to work for me..

any tips you can share?

bit

lol, I had a tough time at first. I used the very end of the bot knife, the flat end? That worked really well, and kept if nice and upright, so it pulled the eggs. I loved the sound of tick tick tick tick when I got several eggs at a time. I experimented with different angles. Found the end of the knife worked better than the long flat blade. I don't know how long I sat there scraping eggs. Might have even been a couple of hours, or 1/2 hour? I lost time, so I don't know. lol, they did move as I worked on them. Guess I let them do whatever they damn well pleased. lol! They were at liberty in the pasture, so they moved as they grazed, and I just moved with them. It was one step, graze, one step graze. Once in awhile their heads would come up and they close thier eyes and relax while I worked on them. It was such a zen kind of feeling. I was kinda sad that I ran out of eggs.