GRANDMARE An enlightening look at the realities of breeding your own foal by Alison Trent
"FOAL FOAL FOAL," I shrieked down the phone to my mother, before bursting into tears. "Goodness me dear," said Mother, when I could finally speak. "You shouldn't have foals if you are going to get yourself so upset. You weren't like this when your grandson was born."
"Too right". I replied, "Having grandchildren is EASY" Before starting my breeding program, 1 had no idea that the making of baby horses is apparently much more serious than the breeding of humans. When people knew I was desperate to be a grandma, they all thought I was really sweet. However, there was a significant change of attitude when I mentioned wanting to breed a foal - being sweet changed to being impractical, irresponsible, ignorant or sentimental. When I encouraged my son and daughter-in-law to have a baby, no one pointed out to me that neither of them are perfect physical specimens. Daughter-in-law is a bit vertically challenged and my son carries genes for baldness, poor eyesight and a big nose. Technically, any child could end up being short, bald and blind, with a nose that makes shade. Fortunately, physical perfection is not an issue when breeding children. otherwise a lot of us wouldn't be here.
However, when I suggested breeding from my old grey mare (OGM), people were quick to point out her defects. "She's got a plain head." "She's rather short in the neck." "She's very long in the back." "She has a horrible temperament." And this was just what my friends said. "Well," I muttered, "I'll just have to pick the right stallion." "Oh , that may not work. It could still end up looking like a donkey," said an expert. "Well, I'll love it anyway," I sobbed.
Fortunately, you don't have to choose partners for your children. l was just lucky my son picked a girl with fabulous hair, good eyesight and a cute nose. However, OGM could not be trusted to choose the right mate. Over the years she has been in love with a geriatric gelding, an 8hh stallion and a stunning Warmblood. Taking into consideration her shortcomings and my finances, it took years to track down a bloke with a pretty head, good neck, short back and nice personality .... who didn't expect to be paid a fortune for a one night stand!
If you don't count the three or four hndred thousand dollars it takes to raise a child to a suitable breeding age, getting a grandchild is relatively inexpensive. You'll need a couple of hundred for a wedding outfit and present, and a couple of hundred for baby things later on. However, I've just made the mistake of figuring out how much this foal has cost me. After adding together the costs of agistment, service, vets, drugs and feed, the calculator has produced a figure which looks very similar to my phone number. Good heavens!! And I haven't added in the cost of all the champagne.
Luckily, for me and daughter-in-law, I wasn't expected to actively participate in the birth of Grandbaby. All I did was receive the happy phone call at 1.00am, then turn up at the hospital to distribute kisses and admire the most beautiful baby in the world. Not so lucky with Grandfoal. All the experts agreed that I had to be there so I spent at least eleven months preparing for the role of midwife.
I borrowed a book on breeding while OGM was still at the stallion's house. Great book!!! Five hundred pages complete with diagrams and lurid photos. Only 11 pages dealt with normal pregnancy, delivery and foal care. The other 459 pages detailed what can go wrong. By the time I had read the book from cover to cover, I was convinced there was almost no chance of getting a live, healthy foal. Towards the end of the pregnancy I focus on the chapter on labour. This opens with the statement, "Many breeders have never seen a foal being born as mares don't like to give birth while being observed. Then there are long lists of signs to look for, which indicate that the birth is immanent. The chapter concludes with the sentence. "However, some mares never show any signs that they are ready to go into labour Excellent! Now I know I have to be there, but won't have a clue when that might be.
My experience of birth has been pretty limited. True, I have actually had a baby, but then I was lying on a hospital bed clutching a gas mask, while a team of medical experts were down where the action was. Apart from that experience, I have helped a few chicks out of their shells and played midwife to a miniature dachshund. None of which seemed a good preparation for assisting a large mare to give birth. My book on horse breeding was far from comforting. Reading between the lines it seemed I would either not need to do anything, or I would be pretty useless apart from running to phone the vet. Helpful friends offered their assistance in the form of horror stories telling of dead mares and foals, although I'm well known for my calm, sensible personality, as the reality of the birth grew closer, I became increasingly hysterical.
Fortunately, all's well that ends well. All the worry and lost sleep paid off with a beautiful, healthy foal. Looking back on it all by reading my breeding diary I can news have a chuckle at my fears. I have included an extract of the breeding diary for all you `first time breeders' out there, so you can see how easy it can be.
EXTRACT FROM BREEDING DIARY FOR TB X MARE. 16Y0 MAIDEN Day 280: During friendly chat with vet, get told that mares can foal anywhere between six weeks prior to or six weeks after foaling date. Immediately start panicking. Day 343: My stress level is racing up by the minute. OGM sleeps down the bottom corner of the paddock all day, while I pace up and down the verandah. To calm the nerves, I open the bottle of champagne I bought to celebrate the birth. Day 347 Have seven empty bottles of champagne and feel wonderfully calm. OGM is a nervous wreck because I stalk her around the paddock all night shining the torch up her rear end. Day 354 The bottle shop has run out of champagne, but promises to home deliver as soon as possible. Thousandth squint between OGM's hind legs reveals very slight udder development. I have panic attack Day 358: Champagne is delivered. I'm feeling better, despite not having slept for more than 30 mins at a time. OGM clenches tail beween buttocks even time I go near her. Day 363: 7.10pm Lying on couch with wet towel over head. Terrible headache. Hear Loud banging sound. OGM standing at gate. Stagger over. OGM presents bottom and dumps about 10 gallons of water on my feet. Race back to house for book, torch and bottle of champagne. 7.16pm Good Neighbour (GN) arrives to give help and support. Brings bottle of scotch in case of emergency. 7.28: OGM lies down at our feet. I take torch around to back end to see if anything happening. Two legs and little pink muzzle happening. I rub OGM 's back with one hand while GN holds other, murmuring "don't panic yet."
7.31pm Huge contraction. OGM and I grunting with the strain. Foal is out!!! Alive and healthy. Short horrible minute when it appears foal has no ears. Don't panic, just stuck down. GN and I laughing and crying. OGM thrilled with baby. Licks and nuzzles it while it lays in my arms. 8.10pm Foal up and drinking. GN and I have medicinal whisky. All very happy. 8.43pm: Afterbirth comes away. Grab bucket to retrieve afterbirth, Collide with foal when I slip on afterbirth and both go flying. Throw self under foal to break his fall. Foal not hurt. 8.50pm Spread out afterbirth on veranda. Compare with diagram in book. Diagram not covered in dirt and bits of hay, or severely trampled. Pray horrid bits on my boot are all that's missing from real afterbirth. 8.58pm: GN makes coffee. I make phone calls. Tell most of WA thatOGM has had chestnut filly. 9.15am: First visitors arrive. I open celebratory bottle of champagne. Expert breeder notices that foal is a bay colt. Very embarrassed. 4.43pm: Back on the couch with a wet towel on my head. Have terrible headache from all the "strain". I
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