Monthly Archives: January 2012
The sad thing is, for a craigslist ad this one’s pretty good! Even priced about right!
“We have a 10 year old registered sorrel broode mare for sale or trade. Her registered name is POCO KING BAR DUNDEE. Her Sire(Father) is POCO PRONTO BAR. Her Dam(mother) is SKIPS RAVEN KEO.
She has been ridden in the past but we have raised two colts from her. She shoes, baths, and loads. She is a gentle horse and a very good mother.
we are asking $350 ob”
Top reasons to breed this mare:
- She’s got a real purdy kolur
- She’s got four usable legs
- She ain’t doing anything else!
- They’ve got an above ground pool
- She looks like she might be the only horse on the property so clearly needs a friend (that one’s actually true, but we prefer an older, less vet-prone, friend than a baby)
- She’s got a reeeeeeeal long back so there must be a lot of room in there for a baby right?
- You can breed her to a good stallion and get a better conformed baby! Right? That’s how it works?
- She’s registered
And the number one reason to breed this mare?
- She’s got a uterus!
Ok, your turn! Why would you breed this “lovely” mare?
Please answer using one of the following formats:
I’m an asshat and would breed this mare because…
I’m a backyard breeder who doesn’t have all my own teeth and would breed this mare because…
We decided to take a detour from our usual craigslist hangout and ventured over to equine.com where we were immediately greeted with a zebra for sale. No joke.
RARE Trained, Sweet, Loving Zebra! $20,000
“Joey is a rare-ety and and certainly an eye-catcher. I have taken him to functions and demos and used him around the community. He is not dominant in the field, however, he does like to stut his stuff. I keep him in the horse fence with the other horses and he has never tried to escape or run away. When he does get out, he tried to come through the door! He has a lot of personality. I have yet to have a dull moment with him. Joey was used for professional model shoots. I also so happened to grab Joey just before HBO did. They intended on using him for a sitcom or show; not too much info on that though. I mostly ride him bareback with just a halter. He has been on trails with other horses and is afraid of nothing! He is the first to come to you in a field and likes to be handled. I have never had him buck or rear.
He is the most friendly animal that I have even been around.
He is very in your face and LOVES people.
I do ride hime in the arena and on the trails with a saddle and bareback.
He is a SUPER easy keeper!! (Kept on hay and grass all year)
He sucks on the side on your hand (photo 2)!
He does not like his ears being touched.
Because he is so in-your-face, it can be scary for non-horse people. “
|Foal Date||Jan 2005|
|Disciplines||Western Riding (Trained)
Trail Horse (Trained)
|Temperament||4 (1=Bombproof, 10=Hot)|
Yeah, he probably hasn’t tried to buck or rear with you on him because YOUR TOES HANG PAST HIS KNEES! Sweetheart, as skinny as you are, you’re too damn big for him! Doesn’t he look thrilled in the video? Usually we’d give someone hell for not wearing a helmet on an equine’s first ride, but in this case her feet are never more than 6 inches away from the ground, so we’ll let it pass. Plus in the comments his prior owners show up and claim that this is HER first ride on him, not HIS first ride. Hmmm…
Also, he’s “so in-your-face” because you haven’t put proper training into him and the fact that you think that behavior is ok, makes us wonder what kind of “horse person” you are. And hey, it looks like he does have a bit of a rear in him!
There were more pictures, but they seemed to be gravitating towards gratuitous shots of cleavage and long, blonde hair, so we left them out!
Anyone else catch that Joey’s disciplines are listed as western riding (trained), trail horse (trained) and halter (prospect). We were unaware there are halter classes for zebras. Perhaps they are more popular on the plains of Virginia [insert eye roll here].
We took a quick peek at wiki to see what they had to say about the domestication of zebras. Apparently it can be done! And has been since the 1900’s. But the reason riding zebras was never more than a fad for the rich and silly? Because these animals continue to live amongst lions (and tigers and bears, oh my!) and thus are considerably more unpredictable than horses and have a “tendency to panic under stress”.
So now that we’ve established riding a zebra isn’t completely insane, what is? Returning to Joey’s purported disciplines and price: For a mere $20,000 you can buy a beast of burden to ride in a western saddle on the trails that is significantly more likely to spook, bolt and just basically lose his shit. Sure, he’s a “rare-ety”, but he’s not that rare. There are zebra breeders in the US and they typically have animals starting at $3-4k. Twenty grand will get you animal that’s trained to do a lot more than walk grumpily around a ring with you on it’s back. Which is all you’ve shown this guy to do!
So basically you want $20,000 for what amounts to a lawn ornament. We admit, he’s adorable and could be a great lawn ornament with more, and consistent, training. But more likely than not another asshat (yup, we’re including the seller as an asshat) is going to say “Ooooh look! A zebra! I’ll be the only one I know with one of those! I must have it! My preciousssss.” And poor little Joey is going to end up in a stall or a field by himself with someone who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing. Point of clarification, zebras are even more social than horses and need more space to roam (hi, plains animal!). Those zebra breeders we mentioned? Everyone we saw had big disclaimers about “Approved Home Only” and what additional needs a zebra would have as opposed to a domesticated equine. Some things to consider prior to purchasing a zebra can be found in this article (found it on an odd site though…). According to this short article, zebras need an 8 foot fence (to keep out rampaging sasquatches? sasquatchi?) and if your winter gets pretty cold, you should be prepared to snuggle up with your zebra to keep them warm on those long, cold, lonely nights.
Woohoo he’s HYPP negative! We’re shocked; we were certain Impressive bred a herd of zebras. Uh-oh, maybe he won’t make it as a halter “horse” then…
PS. Don’t forget the alt text! 🙂
Just some of the shit you should be prepared for should you decide to purchase a zebra:
We couldn’t find any at the market or eating roast beef, so we came up with our own version…
This little piggy plays piano,
This little piggy gets wet,
This little piggy explores San Fransisco,
This little piggy learns to sit!
Ok so there was a bit of a downfall in communication and neither of us prepared a post for today! Seriously, one of these day’s we’ll get our collective shit together! lol But I figured this could be a good opportunity to let those of you who aren’t following us over at Fugly Blog about the rescue network database we’ve started – although now that I’m typing this out I’m wondering if I didn’t already mention something earlier… oh well if I did then this is just a reminder!
What the dealio is: Our first week on the job over at Fugly we received an email from someone concerned about the welfare of her neighbors horse and didn’t know what she could do to help it or who she should contact. Well, we didn’t know either so we forwarded her email to a friend with an excellent rescue who has a lot of contacts within the industry. Luckyily, she was able to help and this horse received the vet care it desperately needed. This whole thing got us thinking about how we could help horses and other people in this situation – because this woman certainly couldn’t be the only one with questions!
So we’ve decided to act as kind of a hub. Questions, concerns, etc. can be emailed to us either at Fugly Blog (firstname.lastname@example.org) or here (email@example.com) and we will forward the email on to someone in that particular geographic area who has volunteered to help. Right now we’re building up the database and are looking for people who have experience with rescues (either volunteering, working with, or running) that would be willing to answer questions and looking in to the occasional situation.
All database contact information will be kept confidential – whenever we receive an inquiry we’ll forward it on to those we think would be able to help and they can either respond directly to the original emailer or send us the info to send out. Our ultimate goal is to help the horses so if that means we do a little extra work and coordination then we’re happy to do it.
We’re concentrating on building the database throughout North America for now but that’s not to say if you’re in the UK or Australia that we don’t want to hear from you!
Please help us out by sharing this with your friends and horse-world contacts – both in person and via social media! We’d really appreciate any help 🙂
You’re doing it wrong!
That extreme head carriage and gaping mouth are signs that this mare is trying desperately to avoid her rider’s hands. By traveling this way, dear “Freedom” also denies her rider access to her hindquarters and hocks – and thus never properly engages from behind. See how those hindlegs aren’t even close to tracking up? And while we know the ideal is different in the Western world (sitting in that kind of a chair seat would get you laughed out of the ring in an English barn!), they’re advertising her as a DRESSAGE PROSPECT.
WTF? For starters, she’s nine. And she’s been ridden “mostly trails with busy streets”. Did they see some (unfortunately common) pictures of a dressage horse moving behind the vertical and go hey, my horse does that; she must have a lot of potential for dressage? We’re starting to get a little frustrated with sellers who think the main qualification for “prospect” status is the horse having no experience in the discipline!
And really, why even go there? The Arab/Belgium breeding is a little WTF unto itself, but in this case it produced a reasonably attractive mare. Her legs could stand to be a little more “sturdy”, but she’s fairly well-balanced as a whole. But it’s still a mix that will likely appeal more to someone wanting a good husband horse for trail rides than anyone looking for a serious dressage prospect.
So why not get out of her face, take a few pictures of her toodling around with her nose poking out, instead of being cranked into this extreme (and extremely unattractive!) frame, and just advertise her as a solid trail horse? You know, what she’s actually experienced at? We bet Freedom would be a hell of a lot happier!
“”Freedom” is a registered 1/2 Arab 1/2 Belgian 9-year old mare. She is fully broke and is an easy keeper. She is a willing mare and is super sound. Ridden mostly trails with busy streets! Loves to be ridden. Would make excellent DRESSAGE PROSPECT. Sturdy legs with well-shaped hoofs make for an absolute dreamy soft ride atop this lovely beauty! Must sell due to job loss and down-sizing. WILL SACRIFICE SOME ON PRICE TO RIGHT OWNER! “
|Foal Date||Jun 2003|
|Markings||Flaxen Mane and Tail|
|Disciplines||Western Pleasure (Trained)
Trail Horse (Trained)
Youth/4-H Horse (Prospect)
|Temperament||4 (1=Bombproof, 10=Hot)|
Just in case you were curious!
Last week we had a guest post on Scotch Bottom Shoes, a… nifty… little device in the draft continent of the horse world 😉 This week we have the much anticipated tale from Mackinac Island. Enjoy!
As I was putting this post together, I did not know quite where to begin. I suppose a confession is in order and a bit of background. I worked on the Island the summer after I graduated from college for four months, before I discovered I was pregnant and returned home. There were some fun parts to working on the Island, but those were few and far between. I did not, at the time, have the energy or courage to stand up and speak with someone about what I’d seen. No one else seemed to have a problem with what was going on, it was just accepted business practice.
For those not familiar with the area, Mackinac Island is a small island sandwiched between upper and lower Michigan, a few miles from the Mackinac Bridge. Most of it is a National Historic Park, but people do live there. The unique thing about it, and why I, as a draft horse mad woman ended up working there, is that there are no cars allowed on the island aside from emergency vehicles. It is the biggest tourist trap in the area, full of fudge, expensive everything, beauty and of course, horses. Horses are the way to get around on the Island, along with bikes.
Horses pull the drays that deliver everything from food, merchandise, luggage and garbage. Horses pull the street sweeper, act as taxis, give the tours and haul everything. One of the most nut-bag things about the island, something that went against all the safety training I’ve ever had, was that not only can you rent your own saddle horse and proceed to wander about the Island, you can rent your own horse and buggy from the livery. This boggled my mind. The livery drafts were literally the oldest, most brain dead horses I have ever met. Their top speed is about one foot moving every minute or so. They have to put up with so much, from clueless tourists trying to get lost and yanking on their faces just to start with. The tour drivers used to make a joke of it: “It’s impossible to get lost with one of the livery drafts, because you aren’t really the driver, the horse is!”
I was a tour driver for Mackinac Island Carriage Tours; the big red and yellow wagons that did the same 30 minute loop about 10 times a day or more, depending on the day. Everyday I worked about 12 to 16 hours, again depending on early tours and late weddings. My roommate often worked later than I as she would finish giving tours for the day and go on a ride along with the late night taxis.
My days were thus as I lived in the company dorms downtown next to the fire station:
Around4:30am my alarm would go off or my roommates, and downstairs we would stumble to stuff ourselves with the cheapest, most fake food to be found (later, after morning sickness hit, I would breakfast on yogurt.)
We trudged up the hill to the barns after breakfast – and this was usually the best part of my day. It was a mile hike uphill, a short part of the day I was not sitting on my butt, and also the most beautiful and quiet; before the Island woke up and the fog burned off.
As soon as I arrived at the barns I had to start breathing through my mouth. The carriage tour and taxi barns are in a large complex at the top of the hill behind the golf course, put there, I believe, because most tourists don’t walk up there. The barns always stunk to high heaven. I know they were old but they were never clean – either of cobwebs, urine, poop, or just general mess. The urine smell was embedded in the boards and the concrete. The TTEAM trainer I worked for previously had always had me lay down lime after mucking out a stall to dry out the urine and make it smell nice. This never failed and lime was cheap and plentiful. When I asked why lime wasn’t used in the Island barns, I was told it was too expensive. Perhaps this is true – the four huge barns could house up to 80 draft horses each so that would have to be a lot of lime. But to me it would have been worth it to save the lungs of the horses that had to stand in it and the workers who spent all day in the barns prepping horses.
As a carriage tour driver I was only required to prep my morning team. Standard procedure was that each carriage was pulled by a team, or two drafts that worked well together. There were two teams per wagon per day, so there was a morning team that worked roughly 5 tours a day and switched out at lunch. The afternoon team could work up to 8 tours a day, plus be routed for wedding or other duties after the tour office closed. Prepping the teams meant giving them a good grooming and throwing on their harness and making sure it was perfect. In the mornings the barns would be full of barn workers, horses and tour drivers everywhere, fighting over the scarce grooming tools, lugging harnesses and cleaning their carriages for the day.
Nearly every horse that had been on the Island for any length of time had sores, usually open ones, on their neck where the collar sat. These horses were hauling around 3-4000 pound wagons full of people uphill for about a mile several times a day. Most of the collars were leather or biothane and rubbed on those open sores the whole time the horse was hitched. When I told the barn manager, my first few times, about open sores on the weight bearing portion of a horse’s or team’s neck, I was handed a tube of baby powder and told to sprinkle that on the sores and harness up the team. Over time I learned not to bother the barn manager about the horse’s neck sores, I just did what I could to make the horses as comfortable as possible.
Our assigned tour route for the two horse portion forced on us by our supervisors took no more than 30 minutes to get up the hill, drop the passengers off for the three horse section of the tour, and drive back downtown for the next load.
Anyone who has ever stood close to a draft horse is probably struck by two things: How big and strong they are, and how slow. Tour drivers were never allowed to trot, yet we always had this time limit hung over our heads. Lots of drivers pushed their horses to meet this, not resting for long enough or stopping at the designated places. I, however, was frequently talked to about how long my tours were taking.
During the day I had to deal with occasionally fussy passengers, but that was the easiest part. The hard part was handling a team in the mess of downtown. There were people on bicycles who hadn’t ridden one in years and didn’t know the protocol for parking and so you had to dodge people on bikes and badly parked bikes. There were people and their dogs and kids everywhere, and because there were no cars people seldom watched where they were going or looked before crossing the street. There were the taxis and private carriages which were allowed to trot, drays and luggage and hay wagons to manoeuvre around, and everywhere people. On top of that, due to the fact that I had quite a bit more experience with drafts and with driving then 90% of the tour drivers (scary fact: as listed on the carriage tour website there is no horse experience necessary for any position with the company. The training provided is two days of watching tours and a week of driving instruction before you start giving tours on your own). I was given the rankest, rawest horses to drive. I drove the ones that were bought at one of the Midwest Auctions two days before and shipped up to the Island. I had the honor of testing and driving them to see how they dealt with everything the Island could throw at them; all the while giving regular tours. But draft horses are used on the Island not just for their size and strength but for their calm, I (fortunately) never once had an incident with any of the new horses, although the potential, as with all equine pursuits, was always there.
Case in point: On one of my rare days off when I actually took a ferry and left the island there was an accident. My roommate and three other drivers lost control of their teams, a few with wagons full of people, and the horses took off onto the Grand Hotel Gulf Course. As far as I know, no people were hurt though a few of the horses had to be sent off the Island due to their sprains and other injuries.
The only incident I ever had with one of my teams was the day I was taking a wedding party from downtown all the way out to the west side of the Island. One of the most beautiful, steadiest mares, who I loved, a Belgian/Percheron cross, went nuts just up the hill from the Grand Hotel. This hill is quite steep and I had a wagon full of already half-drunk wedding guests, and one of my horses was rearing, bucking, and trying to bolt. My hands still ache when I think of what it took to keep her from bolting, carriage and all. I managed to keep the team at a trot up the hill, while trying to calm the passengers who were understandably worried. I finally got the mare to halt at the barns where I was told that I had to take the wedding guest to their destination, which was a 3 mile round trip from the barn, before I could switch out teams. I needed my job so I didn’t argue. When I spoke with the vet the next day, I was told the mare had gotten a bee sting right under the birchen, the piece of leather that loops around a horses hindquarters, and the birchen kept rubbing on the sting which is why the mare freaked out.
When a tour was dropped off up at the Carriage Museum past the barns for the second, three horse hitch part of their tour through the state park, we would take in people whose tour was done and either drop them off at the Grand Hotel or back downtown. Depending on how busy the day was, tour carriages would line up in the center of the main street downtown to wait for the next carriage to fill up at the ticket office. This was nerve wracking until you got used to it, and then it was still bad. We were right in the thickest part of traffic, we had other wagons squeezing by us and bumping us if we hadn’t pulled perfectly to the center of the road, bikes being knocked over by careless people and tourists and their kids begging to pet your horses. This was not allowed, though I always hated telling some little kid, “Sorry you can’t pet the horsey” because I hoped that by being allowed to interact with the horses those kids would grow up to be horse lovers, or at least not indifferent to them.
I would give tours from about 8am, sometimes earlier if there was a big group, until after 5pm when the ticket office closed. After that I either had to wait to ferry people back from the last tours of the day, give a wedding party a ride, or be let go for the evening – never any earlier than 6pm. In the evening we unhitched our afternoon team, unharnessed, gave them a hose bath and then the carriage drivers were done for the day, usually around 7pm if it was an early day.
Life in the barns themselves had a different flow. I did work in the barns on the few days I didn’t feel well enough to give tours and I always regretted it. The urine smell would give me a headache in no time and prepping more than just one team made me want to cry from seeing the sores the animals had to put up with. The barns only had standing tie stalls and in a few the wooden floor was cracked or broken. Most of the stalls had automatic waters that mostly worked but all of them had some form of mold growing in them, and a few even had small patches of grass growing in them!
The barn routine started earlier and ended later than a carriage driver’s. The barn workers caught horses from the small dirt paddock they spent the night in and brought them in to the standing stalls and fed breakfast. We helped the drivers get their teams clean and harnessed up in the mornings, and then worked to get everyone hitched to their carriage and out of the barn. Stall ‘cleaning’ generally happened about this time. I say ‘cleaning’ because the stalls were never clean, or dry, or even vaguely healthy. A few times I went above and beyond and scattered some hay on the stall floors to try to soak up the urine. I was then talked to about wasting precious hay. There were no shavings, which is why I was using hay. Sometime in the middle of the morning chaos a driver was sent up to the dump with a wagon full of yesterday’s dirty manure and “bedding”. This was a job I jumped at doing. It was just one driver and one team, all alone in the quietest part of the Island in the cool morning.
After everyone was hitched and out of the barn and the stalls were ‘clean’, the barn people started grooming and harnessing the afternoon teams. About the time that was done, it was time to switch out teams, a feat that looked like a NASCAR tire change due to the precision and control it took. The driver’s job was to keep a carriage full of paying customers entertained for the few minutes it took the barn people to unhitch and lead away one team and hitch up the next team to the carriage. All told there would be up to 30, 2 horse carriages out for the day, and around 15, 3 horse hitch carriages out, not counting taxis or private carriages.
One of my favourite parts of working on the Island was talking about the horses with the passengers. I always made time in my tours to talk quite a bit about them and answer questions, and most people were genuinely interested and surprised at some of the facts I shared. My least favourite parts were dealing with the other drivers, most of whom could care less about the horses and not being able to do anything about those neck sores. At the end of the summer I was quite happy to go home to our two drafts and spoil them outrageously and fuss over every little scratch and bit of dirt on them.
As most of you are aware, we have a little CafePress store set up. You’re probably also aware that a dollar from every sale will be donated to the month’s featured rescue. What you probably don’t know is that we’ve just added some new products!
And because unfortunately you can’t read it on the above pic, here’s what the shirt says
10. You’re at the barn on a Friday night
9. You feel it’s perfectly acceptable to text message your vet
8. All of your friends are horse people
7. There’s no difference between your “good clothes” and your “barn clothes”
6. You go to bed early on Saturday night so that you can muck stalls Sunday morning
5. You spend more on riding lessons than your social life
4. You can no longer smell that “barn smell”
3. Your entire Christmas wishlist is horse related
2. Your mother refers to your horse as “the only grandchild she ever expects to get”
1. You’re at the barn EVERY Friday night!
“11/2 year old colt sorrel colt very loving boy 300 obo”
Yup, not only are the owner’s words sprase, but so are the “facilities” in which this horse is kept. We honestly cannot make sense out of that first picture – it looks like he lives in some sort of worn down brothel in one of those scary places where every step you take could infect you with AIDS (she says as she types on her laptop from the safety and warmth of her bed…). Honestly, there’s more random debris on the ground in that picture than in my bedroom – which is more than you can shake a fist at! (Seriously, you couldn’t pay me to shake a fist at the stuff on my floor. I’m convinced that if I’m not nice to it and don’t step around it carefully that it’ll murder me in my sleep.)
The good news? His halter isn’t cutting into his face… yet. He’s not skinny so they must feed him somewhere (looking past the potentially wormy belly). He appears to have 2 structures in his
brothel paddock that could hold water. No way to tell if they currently do, but at least they can catch rain? ugh…
Wondering where this horse actually is? He’s in Ontario, Canada – here’s a link to his sale ad on kijiji.
There are a number of things in this world that remain a mystery. Chief among them being, of course, how Bush got elected to a second term. Fool me once, shame on me; Fool me twice, shame on the general American populace. But a close second is the whole crystal healing phenomena. We started researching this topic with as open a mind as we could muster and the websites we came across did nothing to help widen that already admittedly small gap.
Let’s start with what is crystal healing? By all accounts it’s using rocks to cure various ailments – anything from bleeding, open wounds to lameness issues to psychological imbalances. Actually, there’s some contradiction on that – one website says they work on horses after “a vet has been consulted” and “consent has been given” while an article on another website details how they just went ahead and used their magic amethyst wand (yes, they actually used the word wand – they don’t need our help to make themselves look less credible) to heal a “profusely bleeding” gash above a horse’s eye.
There are a number of different crystals used to heal. According to the woman with the magic wand, there are 15 “healing crystals for pets and animals”. The list below is copied directly from here.
- AMETHYST – Master Healer – Used for Everything. Pain, Disorientation, Head area
- BLACK ONYX – Bowels, Parasites, Protection
- CALCITE – Skeletal
- CARNELIAN – Skin
- CLEAR QUARTZ – Master Healer – Effective for All Conditions
- CORAL – Kidneys, Bladder
- FLUORITE – (blue) Bones, (blue/green or clear) Respiration, (green) Blood Purification or Lymphs, (green/yellow) Digestion
- GARNET – Reproductive System
- HEMATITE – Muscular System
- KYANITE – Alignment of all Chakras, Tendons, or Bones
- MALACHITE (**DO NOT PERMIT YOUR PET OR ANIMAL TO EAT THIS STONE!! Malachite has very high levels of copper and can lead to serious or fatal blood poisoning even if small amounts are swallowed. FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY.) – Used for Heart Problems, Liver Detoxification.
- ROSE QUARTZ – Injuries, Wounds, Reduces Stress
- SMOKEY QUARTZ – Nervous System, Swellings
- SODALITE – Calming, Nervousness, Good for Settling Down During Travel
- SUGILITE – Death and Dying
- TURQUOISE – Master Healer – Used for Everything. Protection
How does a practitioner choose which crystal to use to heal an animal? Well, according to this site, they “intuit” “what ever your animal decides”. They don’t look at the above list and say to themselves, “well the animal appears to be suffering from X so I’ll use Y gem stone”.
Why would supposedly trained “medical” professionals need to do what amounts to guessing what tool of their trade to use?
Because practitioners can’t seem to even decide amongst themselves what gem stone heals what malady.
There are other sites that tout the benefits of each stone, but oddly enough, none of them agree on which gem stone does what.
How dare anyone call this a psuedo science after reading this! It is clearly an amazing healing tool that we aren’t properly utilizing. Get rid of the doctors and MRI’s and throw in some gem stones, pendulums and
magic amethyst wands!
All joking aside, it’s stories like the one we’re about to share with you that send us running away from crystal healers and other such “natural” practitioners. This anecdote has been copied from one of the websites we’ve linked to a few times throughout this post.
“A few years ago I was healing at a horse farm when one horse was severely bitten over the eye by another during exuberant play. The owner immediately brought the injured horse to me who was profusely bleeding from a 4 inch gash on the eye brow.
I had been demonstrating the use of a crystal wand. The wand was made of a large Amethyst crystal fixed to a 2 foot copper wand. I pointed the wand to the horse’s eye brow and held it several inches away, holding it steady. Within 30 seconds the blood flow had stopped. Over the next few minutes, we were amazed to see that scar tissue was starting to form.
The owner was delighted, as she said the crystal healing had saved her an emergency visit from the vet to sew up the gash. Not all crystal healings are as spontaneous, but you can expect a quickening of the healing process.”
To sum up; the horse’s owner decided not to call a vet out to treat a head wound that, even to the untrained eye, required stitches and instead had someone point a gem stone at the end of a 2 foot “wand”. Is anyone else wondering what might have happened had the horse flung his head at an inopportune moment… eye-ka-bob anyone?