Fate

"Life is what happens to youWhile you're busy making other plans" It was John Lennon who wrote that line...it is part of the lyrics to Beautiful boy. That line to me, defines genius. Because it is true....here we go along busy as hell planning for a new job, a new house, a new car or a change of life that we think we are the mastermind of. It is not true. All choices are not up to us. The biggest decisions are simply made for us not by us.

I spent two hours last night pulling out a dead foal from a dying mare. A normal birthing process in a herdanimal like a horse takes about five minutes. Tops. This is nature...because a mare is vulnerable to predators when delivering a foal so nature has made the process short. Two hours means something is very very wrong. The foal, a beautiful filly was alive when it all started and the only reason she never made it out in this world was her size. I have never seen a foal this big unless it was ten days old. It was not a foal it was a pony. The mare had no chance of giving birth on her own and not even me and Sanna pulling until we felt the taste of blood in our mouths could help. It was stuck. After a frantic call to both a Vet and to poor Marita who arrived with Ellie after five minutes we managed to get her out. I dont know why we started with the massage and blowing air into her lungs, maybe because we all felt that we could not stand doing nothing. Marita got the mare up after ten minutes by pouring water in her ears...an old Indian trick that works every time, god knows why and after the vet had given her fenadyne she seemed to start breathing normal. She will live. It is a young strong mare.
We left the foal with her...as strange as it might seem to someone not familiar with horses it is important that the can grieve....in the wild mares sometimes stands guard over a dead foal for days, nudging, biting and finally trying to kick life into it. She will walk away in the end.
I said to Sanna that life is just this, a series of events that just happen. This foal was not meant to be.
The next mare is due the 26th. I have faith in statistics......it is just not possible for this to happen twice is it? That mare is an American Quarter, an unusual breed in Sweden but with a significant advantage. Their foals are small. A hardy horse breed having developed often in wild or half wild herds has made for this. A small foal is easier and faster to deliver for a mare and she can get up on her feet and defend her foal quicker. ah well....useless knowledge I guess.
And the title? ah ..yea....I believe in fate.
This was fate.