12/02/2022
This afternoon will be a sad one around the farm. It's time to say our goodbyes to two of our broodmares, Etta and Bacardi. They have both had soundness issues that have progressed over the past couple years, and shoeing is no longer providing enough relief. Bacardi also seemed to have slipped in the pasture towards the end of the summer and having reoccurring pain on and off in a back leg as well. Etta is having difficulty maintaining her body condition, and is thinner than we would like to see along with her progressing lameness.
It will be kinder to them both to let them go on this relatively warm December day before the winter gets harsh. While it is the worst part of horse management, it could arguably be the most important decision you can make for your horse.
I was able to notify their previous owners earlier this week. I want to thank Peggy Rogers and Shelley Bradford for allowing these mares to be a part of the Truman herd for the last several years. Etta arrived in 2013 and Bacardi soon after. They have taught so many students in that time, and have always been so patient with students.
If you have any favorite memories of these two, we'd love to hear them. I will share a few of my favorite pictures of them.
I don't know the full name of the author of this poem, but I've always liked it. I'm very grateful for these two sweet broodmares and will always remember them fondly. Bacardi was not bred after foaling in 2020, and Etta was not bred since 2015, but they were able to teach students in a variety of other ways.
BLESSED ARE THE BROODMARES
Blessed are the broodmares in the field,
Patiently carrying their heavy load
Without complaint waiting for the big day,
When they, without a sound, lay down in the straw
And then the most amazing thing happens,
The miracle of a brand new life.
Now the everlasting circle is complete,
The amazing wonder of a living thing.
The foundation stock of every breed,
How fast we all happen to forget,
Where all our champions came from.
How fast we are to discard the blessed ones.
When they get too old or unproductive,
The most tolerant members of every breed,
Raising their young without ever a mumble,
Loyal beyond everyone’s compare.
Till they go on to raise the next one,
When will we finally wake up and see
How enormously grateful we should be
For the blessed ones we so easily forget?
E.M.S