JJS
Well-Known Member
... and I'm worrying already! 
The wind has been howling all day and the rain has been torrential here, so I decided that Mary, May, and Six could do with a night inside to dry off a little. I could just have chucked turnouts on the girls (the old guy is already rugged) and left them to it, but we've already introduced May to rugs, and I thought it was time to throw stabling into the mix too, as you just never know when they're going to self-harm and make box rest a necessity.
Of course, I can't stop worrying now! Despite having left them with the equivalent of their own body weight in hay, a huge straw bed, and plenty of water to see them through the night, I keep having visions of baby cob trying to jump the door and getting stuck halfway, or haring off down the farm track and escaping. It's not as over the top as it sounds, seeing as she did jump the door as a four month old. We do have a chain as well for when they're in properly, and that is up, so she should be safely contained, but my worry wort brain is doing overtime!
On a brighter note, all three horses did me proud coming in. Despite Mary and May having been pretty much left to their own devices in the field for the last few weeks, they were foot perfect walking up the field and inside. The grass was so slippery that it was like navigating an ice rink, the wind was howling, the rain was sheeting, and it was so dark that I couldn't even see May next to me, yet they happily marched along one to either side, with not a single misstep, even when a stray sheet of plastic flew right into poor Mary's head! There's certainly something to be said for a good sensible cob brain!
Some gratuitous baby pictures from a couple of dryer days just to make this post a bit more interesting!
Now, please can someone tell me to stop fussing!
The wind has been howling all day and the rain has been torrential here, so I decided that Mary, May, and Six could do with a night inside to dry off a little. I could just have chucked turnouts on the girls (the old guy is already rugged) and left them to it, but we've already introduced May to rugs, and I thought it was time to throw stabling into the mix too, as you just never know when they're going to self-harm and make box rest a necessity. Of course, I can't stop worrying now! Despite having left them with the equivalent of their own body weight in hay, a huge straw bed, and plenty of water to see them through the night, I keep having visions of baby cob trying to jump the door and getting stuck halfway, or haring off down the farm track and escaping. It's not as over the top as it sounds, seeing as she did jump the door as a four month old. We do have a chain as well for when they're in properly, and that is up, so she should be safely contained, but my worry wort brain is doing overtime!
On a brighter note, all three horses did me proud coming in. Despite Mary and May having been pretty much left to their own devices in the field for the last few weeks, they were foot perfect walking up the field and inside. The grass was so slippery that it was like navigating an ice rink, the wind was howling, the rain was sheeting, and it was so dark that I couldn't even see May next to me, yet they happily marched along one to either side, with not a single misstep, even when a stray sheet of plastic flew right into poor Mary's head! There's certainly something to be said for a good sensible cob brain!
Some gratuitous baby pictures from a couple of dryer days just to make this post a bit more interesting!
Now, please can someone tell me to stop fussing!
