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What Happens at Pasture, Stays at Pasture.

What happens out at pasture, stays out at pasture. Last week Robin came in with a big egg on her leg and a couple of nearly invisible scratches on her nose. Over the next few days the scratches morphed into an ugly infection, and the egg on her leg (hey, sounds like a title!) disappeared, then reappeared centered around her hock. Antibiotics, bute, hosing, and now all maladies have gone away. But what happened? I'll never know--which is probably one reason I write horse stories. At least I can come up with some theories, and nobody will ever correct me. Still think I should put a baby cam on the field, though.
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