WelshMisfit
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Went to the yard this evening to muck out and get my boy in from the field. As I was driving down towards the stable, I could see him at the fence grooming the shetland in the next field. 
Went about my duties, mucking out, hay nets, water etc and as I was back and forth to the muck heap and tap, I noticed that he was still standing in exactly the same spot as he was an hour earlier when I arrived, even though the shetland had moved away from the fence.
Alarm bells went off immediately and my first thought was that he'd gotten his foot caught in the wire fencing, as he had done in the past.
So, I grabbed his head collar and went down to the field to see what he had done. Was calling to him as I was walking, which would normally cause him to come and meet me at the gate, but all he did was shift his back end round and look at me.
As I got to the gate, I could see that the fence had tipped forward into the other field, and although it was slanted at a 45 degree angle, it was still half upright. On approaching him, I could see that the silly boy had his front feet on one side of the fence in the same field as the donkeys and shetland, and his back feet on the other side, in his field.
My heart started pounding and my mind was racing wondering what the hell I was gonna do because I was the only one around and my phone was in the car! I was afraid to turn around and go back to get it in case he started to panic about me leaving him like it. I was dreading seeing what damage he had done to himself as the top of the fence is barbed wire.
I could see that a large section of the fencing posts had broken at ground level. I approached him slowly, talking to him calmly and managed to get my foot on one of the posts and pushed it down on to the ground. As the wire touched the back of his front legs, he inched his feet forward a bit at a time until the fencing was flat on the ground between his front and back legs. I managed to get the head collar on and kept saying "Back, back" over and over again, until he'd backed himself over the fencing and safely into his field. I was so proud of him for staying so calm, and just waiting to be rescued by his mum. God knows what would have happened if he had panicked! Miraculously, he didn't have a scratch on him!!
Not sure what he was more glad of though......being able to eat, have a pee or get out of donkey territory!
Went about my duties, mucking out, hay nets, water etc and as I was back and forth to the muck heap and tap, I noticed that he was still standing in exactly the same spot as he was an hour earlier when I arrived, even though the shetland had moved away from the fence.
Alarm bells went off immediately and my first thought was that he'd gotten his foot caught in the wire fencing, as he had done in the past.
So, I grabbed his head collar and went down to the field to see what he had done. Was calling to him as I was walking, which would normally cause him to come and meet me at the gate, but all he did was shift his back end round and look at me.
As I got to the gate, I could see that the fence had tipped forward into the other field, and although it was slanted at a 45 degree angle, it was still half upright. On approaching him, I could see that the silly boy had his front feet on one side of the fence in the same field as the donkeys and shetland, and his back feet on the other side, in his field.
My heart started pounding and my mind was racing wondering what the hell I was gonna do because I was the only one around and my phone was in the car! I was afraid to turn around and go back to get it in case he started to panic about me leaving him like it. I was dreading seeing what damage he had done to himself as the top of the fence is barbed wire.
I could see that a large section of the fencing posts had broken at ground level. I approached him slowly, talking to him calmly and managed to get my foot on one of the posts and pushed it down on to the ground. As the wire touched the back of his front legs, he inched his feet forward a bit at a time until the fencing was flat on the ground between his front and back legs. I managed to get the head collar on and kept saying "Back, back" over and over again, until he'd backed himself over the fencing and safely into his field. I was so proud of him for staying so calm, and just waiting to be rescued by his mum.
God knows what would have happened if he had panicked! Miraculously, he didn't have a scratch on him!! Not sure what he was more glad of though......being able to eat, have a pee or get out of donkey territory!
We had a lot of snorting on the way back up to the stable, and once he was safely inside, he couldn't make his mind up whether he needed to eat or pee more. 
