It’s another dark and dreary day, and I’m decidedly not in the Christmas spirit. Both the washer and dry quit on me yesterday morning, meaning I’ll be spending today at the laundromat. Jolly jolly. I’ve got pies to bake and a few more gifts to wrap. Darling needs her hair done and really, something ought to be done about mine, too.
And then there’s Firecracker. She’s still needing attention. A chute was fashioned again yesterday in an attempt to get some anti-bacterial salve onto her wound. She didn’t have any objection to walking in and getting her hay, but she wasn’t about to let me touch the top of her head. She slammed around a great deal more than she had when I’d taken off the halter, and to be honest I was concerned that she’d hurt herself in the panels and I’d have an even bigger problem on my hands.
Waiting patiently in my makeshift chute, she doesn’t even mind me standing behind her (probably stupid, but it was the best place to get the shot!)
I had someone throw a sufficient scare into me when they mentioned that her wound looked like Poll Evil. I’d heard the term growing up, but couldn’t remember what it was. Thanks to google, I was able to do a bit of online searching. Poll Evil, it would seem, is a disease closely linked to Brucellosis. Now, that word threw fear into me, as that is a disease you most definitely do not want around your dairy animals as it can then be passed on to the humans who consume the milk. Poll Evil, some of the websites were saying, could be brought on by trauma to the head or ill fitting halters. Brucellosis, other sites said, may cause abortion in horses, although it’s more likely in cattle.
As you can imagine, with the recent foal loss, this news wasn’t what I’d wanted to be reading. But the more I dug into it, the more I realized that Brucellosis has been nearly eradicated, she’d had to have been exposed to cattle or wildlife that was suffering from it, and that folks who grew up in the 40’s and 50’s had begun to blur the lines between an injury to the poll and actual Poll Evil. Meaning…Firecracker has an injury on her poll (the top of the head), and that’s all it is. But at some point in past generations, any injury was automatically plunked down with the potential to harbor brucellosis, and there’s very little information on the internet today that explains the difference.
Dried, crusty drainage can be seen, but I can’t quite get to the injury itself.
So…back to Christmas. My son is still feeling sick. Grandpa Wayne is on a respirator these days, so I’m not sure it’s going to be good for the two fo them to be in the same house. Yet another reason for Christmas Joy… Did I mention I still have baking to do? And now that I think about it, I’m still short a gift. And I really don’t want to be in the laundromat today today… I think the Grinch may have stolen my Christmas.
Oh well. Such is life. Out to feed the horses; that should cheer me up! Hope each of you has a blessed Christmas!