http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20051226/horsediet_ani.html?
Weetjes over smaken die paarden lekker vinden.
Woe weet , misschien makkelijk als je iets moet geven wat ze niet lekker vinden. Liever verstoppen in banaan dan in appel?
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laika schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 1:02:


Melasse is suiker en vlaskaf is wat er over blijft van de produktie van vlas. Waarschijnlijk vlasstro en de hulzen van de zaadbolletjes, puur afval dus.
Hiervoor in de plaats zou ik het paard wat lijnolie geven.


NEE!


Die suiker kan wel kwaad.


In gras en goed hooi zitten alle vitaminen die een paard nodig heeft.


Als de parasieten die het paard van binnuit opvraten weg zijn zal hij door goed gras en een mineraalsteen prima in gewicht aankomen.
Als hij nog niet hele dagen gras kan eten voerde ik 1ste klas hooi en bietenpulp.

That's it!

Dit is de manier waarop we onze oude Carlos (44) weer door een winter hebben geloodst, met redelijk vlees op zijn botten, zonder net als vorig jaar hoefbevangen te raken van alle goedbedoelde biijvoedingen.

Geen vlaskaf met melasse, geen mixen.
Gras!, heb je niet genoeg gras....... Hooi!
Mais , gerst en lucerne ZIJN energieboosters.
De bijvoeding met pulp gold alleen voor de oude heer Carlos. Mijn andere paarden van 3,5 en 14 zijn de winter prachtig doorgekomen met alleen hooi en een mineralensteen.
Vergeet al die toegevoegde zooi, een paard is een graseter.

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"One Chance in a Million"

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Piet schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 15:15:


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Piet schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 15:20:

Piet schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 15:15:

It happened so sudden, 12 years in my past,
For the rest of my life the injury would last.
The cars hit head-on, not a chance to slow down,
The next I remember, I lay on the ground.
My hip joint was crushed beyond all repair.
"You're too young to replace it," Doc said with a stare,
"You will walk again, but never will run."
These words hit me hard like a shot from a gun.
Ten years came and went, the pain more severe.
I said to my wife, "Time to replace it is here."
When the surgery was over, Doc said to my wife,
"He can't ride a horse for the rest of his life."
We own our own farm with a full riding stable,
So horses and riding put food on our table.
I could sell horses and tack, and some money I'd make,
But to ride one myself was a risk I can't take.
And then it did happen, one night at the sale,
As I stood selling halters inside of the rail.
My wife came up to me with that look in her eye.
She said, "There's a horse out back ready to die."
As I walked to the killer pen and looked over the fence,
There stood a starved gelding whose frame was immense.
His eyes were three inches sunk back in his head;
If he were lying down, you would have sworn he was dead.
He stood sixteen-one, weighed about four and a quarter,
His hair was three inches and not one-half shorter.
A skeleton with hide stood before my own eyes.
If he walked through the ring, it would be a surprise.
As the barn door slid open and they led him on in,
The auctioneer said, "Two hundred is where we'll begin."
The kill buyer said, "Two-oh-five's all I'll give."
I said, "I'll give two-ten just to see if he'll live."
The bids then quit coming, not a sound from the crowd,
The next word was "Sold" he said very loud.
As the trailer backed up to the wood loading gate,
I said, "Let's get him home before it's too late."
He had to have help to step up to the floor,
But we got him in and then closed the door.
As I drove home that night, I looked back at a glance
And said, "If he lives, we'll call him Last Chance."
Well, we made the trip home, and he lived through the night.
When the vet came next morning, he said, "What a sight."
We floated his teeth and trimmed all his feet,
Gave him wormer and thiamin and a little to eat.
My vet said his heart was as strong as a drum,
If we brought him along slowly the rest may just come.
Well, his weight starting coming and his health soon returned.
He showed us his love he must have thought that we earned.
He would whinny and nicker as I walked to the shed,
As if to say, "Thanks, 'cause of you, I'm not dead."
He would stroll the whole place without being penned,
He'd come when I call, just like man's best friend.
Three months had gone by since the night of the sale,
My wife had him tied on our old hitchin' rail.
I asked her, 'What's up?" as I just came outside.
She said, "It's time to see if he'll ride."
She threw on the blanket, saddle, bridle and said,
"The worst that could happen, I'll get tossed on my head."
As her seat hit the leather, he stood like a rock.
With a tap of her heels, he started to walk.
He reined to the left and he reined to the right,
The bit in his mouth he sure didn't fight.
He did what she asked without second thought.
She cantered him on and not once he fought.
When she returned from the ride with a tear in her eye,
She said, "He's the one, would you like to try?"
I thought to myself as I stood at his side,
If this giant's that gentle, why not take a ride?
It had been a long time, but the look on his face,
Said, "Hop on, my good friend, let's ride 'round this place."
We rode round the yard, then out through the gate,
This giant and me, it must have been fate.
He gave me back part of my life that I lost,
Knew then I'd keep him, no matter what cost.
I've been offered two-thousand, and once even three,
But no money on earth would buy him from me.
You see, we share something special, this gelding and me,
A chance to start over, a chance to be free.
And when the day comes that his heart beats no more,
I'll bury my friend just beyond my back door.
And over his grave I'll post a big sign,
"Here lies Last Chance, a true friend of mine."
Author Unknown

Nou zo moet het er staan zonder knippen.
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ingrid van der post schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 16:43:


Mooi voetjes verhaal. Blij voor jullie dat het zo goed gaat.
Kun je geen foto ervan maken?
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e m kraak schreef op vrijdag 7 april 2006, 20:09:

waar sit die deliet knob?

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eddy DRUPPEL schreef op zaterdag 8 april 2006, 16:11:


Hee, leuk!! Laat eens zien die oefeningen?
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