DarenCogdon
Well-Known Member
For a little while this year, I was helping to look after a fairly neglected Clydesdale mare called Cherry. I'm not entirely sure why or how she ended up the way she was, but she didn't look too brilliant. Thankfully, before she moved to a new yard, she was starting to look a damn sight better than she had. She was a lovely, sweet wee horse, and I hope whoever has her now takes good care of her.
I'll not post all the photos of her, as she was in a hell of a state, but I will post the better ones....
(Excuse the quality of some photos - crap mobile plus freezing cold temperatures!)
First time I met her:
Itchy bum!
Out in the wild:
I quickly got attached to the wee horse (and I do mean "wee" - 16.2 isn't what I'd call big for a Clydie!), and who could blame me!
"Hand over the mints, ******-lugs!"
One thing that always seems to grab me about a Clydesdale is this:
"Bye, uncle Daz!"
Anyway, wherever she is now, I hope she has a good life. She deserves it.
I'll not post all the photos of her, as she was in a hell of a state, but I will post the better ones....
(Excuse the quality of some photos - crap mobile plus freezing cold temperatures!)
First time I met her:
Itchy bum!
Out in the wild:
I quickly got attached to the wee horse (and I do mean "wee" - 16.2 isn't what I'd call big for a Clydie!), and who could blame me!
"Hand over the mints, ******-lugs!"
One thing that always seems to grab me about a Clydesdale is this:
"Bye, uncle Daz!"
Anyway, wherever she is now, I hope she has a good life. She deserves it.