“Found a dead foal :(. It is in the gully below Lakota’s Ridge and to the right ”
My heart stopped. I felt like I had seen all of this years foals (mountain top) just the evening before. What had happened?
I hurried over to where Liz was. One look told me this was not a new born foal. It was too large. Closer investigation lead me to believe it was older. Not quite a yearling, but several months old.
It was a dun color, but with lighter legs and greying under them. I believe she was starting to roan out. She had a small narrow strip down her nose.
As luck would have it, I had been contacted by a Veterinarian would told me she would be on the mountain top this same day. I had never met Sal before, but when I did, just a short time later, I felt an instant connection and knew we would become long time friends. Sal is a wonderful person who has been coming to the mountain since the early 1970’s but had not been here for 15 years.
Within a few seconds of meeting her , I asked if she would come look at the little one that we had found.
She agreed and followed me to the spot.
This is what I learned from her. Sal also sent some photos to another vet to confirm:
1. She was a little filly
2. She was 6-9 months in age
3. She had been dead for about 7-10 days.
4. She had a deformed back right hoof. She may have been born with it, or it may have been caused by a injury shortly after she was born.
Thank you so much Sal for your help.
Many questions have gone through our mind. I had a hard time thinking that this little one had gone unnoticed for so long. How had that happened? She was found in an area that is very visible. Who’s foal was she? My mind went back to who I thought might have been pregnant late last summer. My guess is that she was another late born foal that no one saw last fall. She then must have lived on Sykes during the winter, as that area is so inaccessible to humans during the winter months.
Perhaps she had gotten separated from her mom. I am not sure, and I guess we’ll never know.
I’m sorry little one that you lived your short life unnoticed by humans. But know this little Ozette, you’re not forgotten. You are resting by Lakota, and I know he’s watching over you.