turnbuckle
Well-Known Member
OK.....his fields are partly sheep netted...I know, I know, but he has always been 200% sensible. Until today!
Popping out on a shopping mission, I glanced into his summer field....he was looking quite calm but then saw that when he picked up his hind it had a fence post attached.....out of car and over as quickly as calm would allow. Foot through a square and wire between shoe and hoof....all attached to a rotten strainer post and 24ft of loose netting
Stood totally still while I widened the gap to get the foot out, then moved off, tightening fence around my leg at which point I start to think OH DEAR. Thankfully he stopped and allowed me to wiggle the wire so it broke. Then strolls off and looks very pleased on top of 11ft near vertical bank overlooking (empty) silage yard.
I head off to get headcollar, when I scale the bank he decides now is not at all a good time to be caught. Thinks about coming down on his own but decides tractor tyre might get in the way.
I put out distress call for packet of crisps. Crisps arrive, one rustle of the pack and he slides down like he's at Hickstead.
Now safely in mini-garth, munching grass, quite sound and looking rather pleased with himself.
I think he has covered both the devil and angel bases today....multi-skilled horse!!!!! Either that or ****ing drama-llama.
Popping out on a shopping mission, I glanced into his summer field....he was looking quite calm but then saw that when he picked up his hind it had a fence post attached.....out of car and over as quickly as calm would allow. Foot through a square and wire between shoe and hoof....all attached to a rotten strainer post and 24ft of loose netting
Stood totally still while I widened the gap to get the foot out, then moved off, tightening fence around my leg at which point I start to think OH DEAR. Thankfully he stopped and allowed me to wiggle the wire so it broke. Then strolls off and looks very pleased on top of 11ft near vertical bank overlooking (empty) silage yard.
I head off to get headcollar, when I scale the bank he decides now is not at all a good time to be caught. Thinks about coming down on his own but decides tractor tyre might get in the way.
I put out distress call for packet of crisps. Crisps arrive, one rustle of the pack and he slides down like he's at Hickstead.
Now safely in mini-garth, munching grass, quite sound and looking rather pleased with himself.
I think he has covered both the devil and angel bases today....multi-skilled horse!!!!! Either that or ****ing drama-llama.