Yesterday I went out to feed Rory and found him and a couple of other horses sleeping flat out in the sun. I went out into the field to take pictures in part because Rory and the brat were lying nose to nose though about five feet apart. Rory got up when I got close enough, but the brat couldn't be bothered to do more than tilt his head without lifting it off the ground, before going back to sleep. I took Rory out of the field and did a bit of walking and body moving exercises before letting him have his feed. I was watching him eat when he jerked his head slightly and let out a minute squeal, so short that I wasn't convinced I'd heard it or that he was responsible for it. A moment or two later he opened his mouth and dropped out the half chewed feed. I wondered if he'd found a foreign object, poked through the gooey bits and did find a chunk of something. I thought it was a bit of badly processed feed, but as I brushed off the feed it was revealed as a chunk of tooth!
I think it's about half of a molar cap. It was really neat to see and I was surprised at how polished the grinding surface was. The outside perimeter and the central bit that are harder than the rest of the tooth were clearly high spots with the bit in between smoothly falling away. Very cool! I never got a tooth or chunk of tooth from the brat.
Today we went for a little walk further down the road than we have gone before. Rory was looking about and very alert in his cautious way, but he was very good. We passed a neighbour loading clanging metal things into a metal utility trailer, and the little flapping Canadian flag at the end of the next house's driveway, and watched a car come towards us and go past. He was very good. I heard an unusual crunch while Rory was eating today, but there wasn't anything to be found in the food he spit out afterwards.
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