Showing posts with label pasture management. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasture management. Show all posts

Thursday, September 1, 2011

When Bad Plants Happen to Good Horses

This morning I went out to feed my two wonderful horses and discovered that they were not where I had left them. They weren’t loose. They (and by they I of course mean Poppy) simply took down two of the top split rails and put them neatly on the other side of the fence before stepping over the remaining one into their dirt paddock. Once they were in their dirt paddock they must have discovered that a) there is no grass and b) getting back over the fence again would be too much work, so they settled for snacking on the enormous tomato plant that was growing outside the goat’s stall. This is all that remains of that unfortunate tomato plant, who has been minding his business all summer long until two idiots decided to come up and eat him.

All of this would be all fine and good and a little bit amusing, if the tomato plant wasn’t in the nightshade family. Nightshade, as some of you may or may not know, is deadly toxic to horses.

Obviously Darwin has gotten bored with the regular ways of trying to kill himself (colic, choke, colic, colic) and thought this would be a new, FUN way for his mom to spend even MORE money on him. Right now Darwin is resting comfortably in his stall. He’s opening and closing his mouth, banging his head on the wall, and rolling his eyes, but this is normal behavior for him, so at the moment (knock on wood, knock on wood!) I am hoping the tomato plant will just pass through his system. This does, however, bring up an interesting point: if I had not known that the tomato was a member of the nightshade family, and that nightshade is deadly to horses, I might not have been keeping such a close eye on Darwin and Poppy and they might, even now, be in the throes of a very uncomfortable colic (I just checked on them five minutes ago – they are both munching hay and have drank the regular amount of water; I’ll go back down in another thirty minutes to check again).

All of this raises one simple question: What plants can kill your horses?

NIGHTSHADE: All parts of this plant are deadly to people and pets (horses included). They are in the same family as the tomato, potato, and pepper. Symptoms of poisoning include colic like symptoms, disorientation, loss of muscle control, dilated pupils, and death.






BUTTERCUPS: No, this is not a typo. Buttercups are poisonous to horses. Under normal circumstances horses will not eat them, but if they have nothing else to eat they may get a little hungry and try them out. Buttercups cause irritation around the mouth, colic, and diarrhea.






BRACKERN FERN: While not commonly found in pastures, brackern fern is all through the woods and I’ve been on a horse who has snatched a mouthful of them up before. If it is baled into the hay and digested by a horse it can be toxic. Symptoms of poisoning include loss of coordination, decreased heart rate, weight loss, staggering, and death if not treated.





MILKWEED: Living and dry plants are toxic to horses and while a horse will rarely eat milkweed on their own, it is often found in hay. Signs of poisoning include disorientation, loss of muscle control, rapid or weak pulse, and respiratory paralysis. Milkweed is rarely causes death.







RED MAPLE: The wilted leaves of the red maple produce cyanide. These are one of the few poisonous plants that I have found horses will eat even when they have grass. Symptoms include lethargy, dark urine, dark gums, rapid pulse, and increased respiration.






Some other poisonous plants include: red oak, st. john's wart, meadow saffron, robinia, laburnum, water hemlock, lupin, foxglove, white snakeroot, buckwheat, tall fescue, sweat pea, oleander, rhubarb, and black locust. For a great comprehensive list of poisonous plants compiled by the ASPCA click HERE.

Diligent pasture maintenance will keep your horse from ever having to encounter these potentially deadly plants and it is always a good idea to check with your hay provider and to give your hay a good once over before chucking it in the stall. If you suspect your horse ingested something he or she shouldn't have, the best course of action is to simply call your vet.

Monday, March 21, 2011

To Turnout or Not...

Is there really a question? For some horse owners, and many barn managers, the answer is a resounding YES.

Everyone imagines their horse frolicking on acre after acre of vibrant green pastureland. We want our loved ones to feel the wind in their manes and lush grass beneath their hooves. When we think of the perfect turnout field we envision something akin to what you would find at a multimillion dollar thoroughbred facility in the heart of Kentucky. Unfortunately, unless the farm you own or board at IS a multimillion dollar facility, the dream of your horse galloping across acres of bluegrass is just that – a dream.

For the past week and a half I have cut every horse’s turnout time in half. No, the horses aren’t lame and no, I’m not punishing them. Although it doubles the amount of work for the staff and earns me sideways grumpy looks from the boarders, I’m actually helping the horses. Right now the fields are a mess. Melting snow, ice, and recent flooding have reduced what once resembled pastures into places pigs would like to live. I could turn the horses out like normal (our eighteen horses are divided out into five fields; we have seven total) but then that would mean I have five disgusting fields to deal with. Grass does not grow in mud. Trust me. So, being the wise barn manager that I am (kidding, kidding) I chose to make one of the fields into a sacrifice field. I picked the L, a field that is large enough to support four horses at a time and is also the summer field for the Mares (four fatty’s who do NOT need to eat grass; yes I am talking to you Poppy, Vera, Myrna, and Cami). I took the two groups of geldings, put them in the L, and split their turnout time in half. Darwin and his group of bad boys go out from 7:30 – 12:00PM. Rambo and his brethren get the field from 12:30 – 5:00PM. I split the mares into two groups of two (Poppy with Vera, Myrna with Cami) and they are alternating between a smaller quarantine field. The Old Guys, six horses over the age of twenty who enjoy the luxury of having a seven acre field all to themselves, are out all day. I don’t mind if they chew the grass down to mud because a) they are all fat and will not need grass this summer and b) the field has much better drainage than any other field on the farm.

So what does all this accomplish? Basically, it ensures that come the end of April when the grass finally starts to grow and everyone (I’m talking to you, boarders) wants their horse to be romping around in mud free pastures with grass up to their cannon bones, I have fields to offer. On good days, when the mud dries up, I will put the horses back in their regular fields and they will get a solid nine hours of turnout. But at the first hint of mud, they will be whisked back to the L. Would it be easier to just use all the fields now and allow the horses to have all day turnout? Yes. Would it be better for the horses? Yes (unless you count the thrush and scratches they will all come down with after three days of standing in pastern deep mud).

I know of some barns that stop turnout completely for March and April. The horses are turned out in the rings, or in small dirt fields. I know of other barns that don’t change anything. I’ve only heard of barns that have so many acres of beautifully manicured pasture that mud and field rotation isn’t something they even have to worry about. For my farm (the farm with awful drainage and no tractor – which means no field harrow and no seeding and no mowing) limiting the turnout this is the best solution. Is it perfect? No. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the overall good of the farm. For now the horses get mud and limited turnout, but in just short eight weeks they will be frolicking in lush green pastures. And maybe then the boarders will stop giving me dirty looks.