Well--not exactly. I have made the new acquaintance of a nice horse who looks like she is not long for the world. She is very very thin, and has a long wound on one side, as if someone slashed her with a machete, or something fell on her.
I have never seen such a thin horse, and obviously no one is caring for her. Her tail and mane are unkempt and unclipped. She is very dirty and moves slowly. She is in the barrio, grazing along the sides of the street where there is plenty of grass. She is, at least eating.
When I see her come by, I make a big bowl of oatmeal for her with water, and she drinks it right up. I tried a little molasses and cooking oil in it yesterday, which she did not seem to like as much as plain oatmeal.
She is a good gentle girl. I don't know why she has been abandoned. I suppose someone turned her out as a lost cause. I don't know what is the matter with her, outside of being so skinny and wounded. She is not lame.
When Monday comes, I'm going to look for beet pulp and regular horse food.
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