I realize my enthusiasm for updating our blog is a bit lackluster... but hey, nobody is perfect. In other words, this year so far has been insane both for better and for worse. I'm going to mull through the events that have taken place this year the best that I can, so bear with me here.
So I'll start with the good news first, because really... who wants more bad news?
The season opened up with not only the deliveries of 3 exceptional foals by Thunder van de Zuuthoeve and Aliboo Farm's Carrasca Z, we also welcomed our first foals purchased via embryo auction. The real kicker is once again we were given all colts except for a lovely Cornet Obolensky filly born in Ireland. So, looks like I won't be getting that keeper filly I've been dreaming about any time soon (insert dramatic sigh here)... Thinking positively here - all three of the Munny boys received a Premium title during their inspection with OS this summer, and one was even awarded Elite Foal and designated Stallion Prospect. So there's that. I'm also thrilled to say both Carrasca Z colts have found exceptional homes and Cuhrious Munny will be going to Taylor Flury/Aliboo Farm. I'm proud that she believes in her stallion enough to promote his offspring in the way that she is doing. I suspect we will see this pair in the big ring in the not so distant future.
It goes without saying that breeding comes with major highs and major lows. Some of you that know us well, know that our lovely mare, Elize van de Broekkant, has a taste for postpartum colic, and not just the give IV Banamine and sit back and wait type of colic. In 2015, she had her first foal and soon after wound up on the surgical table with a colon displacement and torsion. Craptastic things happen (read Murphy's Law) and we ended up being on the short end of the stick... Case was closed, mare survived to have more foals, happy endings, blah-blah-blah. At least that's what we thought. Turns out, we have a really nice ET only candidate and an all too young semi-retired broodmare instead. This year, only 6 days after foaling, I found myself once again at the clinic after hours, signing away surgical waivers and forms. Let paint you a quick picture though. There is nothing quite as heartbreaking as purposefully taking a very young, very confused baby away from their mother and listening to them cry out trembling. Needless to say, I shed a few on his behalf. Eliza came out of surgery fine, but had a few fairly substantial hiccups in the coming week after surgery. On top of this, because of developmental complications her foal in 2015 sustained and how much longer it took her to bounce back while nursing a foal the first time, we made the difficult decision to bring in a nurse mare to take over the care of the foal. (I'm all for saving lives, but when you are dealing with 500 other responsibilities simultaneously, bucket/bottle feeding every 1-2 hours and hoping the foal doesn't turn out to be a mental nightmare was not an option.) So through our sleep depravity and exhaustion, we drove to Lexington to retrieve the nurse mare, fondly nicknamed Kentucky, and straight back to the clinic to pick up our orphaned foal to take home. All in, it was a 12 hour round trip and even longer to make sure all was good with the new bond. But, enough of that sob story... I am happy to report our foal "Ziggy" (Thunder Munny) is flourishing under the supervision of Kentucky and his real mum has also followed suit. Blessed be the broodmares...
Sometimes I question why I put forth so much effort for something that you get so little in return from, but even little positive outcomes like that keep the gears turning. Most days. That said, it brings me to my next point. Cover your ears children... Breeding horses is a fickle bitch. There, I said it.