Last night, in the middle of scarfing his crunchies, Red stopped eating. This almost never happens. In the past, Red Horse turning away from his beloved crunchies has tended to be the first red flag that we were headed towards an expensive vet visit.
Sure enough, Red started pawing and turning around to gaze at his hip with a very unhappy expression. Immediately we headed out of the barn to see if a little walk and some grazing might help. It was drizzling and sometimes eating moist, tender grass has helped head off a bellyache for Red. This time he showed no interest, not even when we went to some of his favorite grazing spots. He was more interested in trying to lay down.
As a last resort we headed out behind the arena where the grass grows belly high and assorted piles of junk are hidden in shadowy piles. Red has always been convinced that these junk piles are really starved, hungry for Red Horse predators. As we approached his head went up, then his tail. Adrenalin flooded his system and he began to dance . . . and then I heard it! Plop, plop, plop . . . Red dumped a large pile of manure in preparation for flight. YES!!!!