JavaJaneW
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My daughter called me this afternoon, frantic and panic-stricken. Harmony was stuck knee deep in the muck heap.
Grabbed jacket, grabbed son, chucked on trainers, pelted down to the farm, along the track mud flying (son not impressed with dirty car), Stop to shout at farmer, 'need help!'
Run through the farm to the gate to the field where ponies, cows and sheep are.
Instantly up to my ankles in mud by the gate, but struggle through to get to the grass.
Herd of young bullocks spot me and charge. I turn tail and run through thick mud to fence, and lose a shoe.
Work my way along fence then to huge muck heap, to find daughter reassuring Harmony, now up to her thighs in crap and sitting unable to move. I am thoroughly breathless and struggling to breathe.
Farmer comes along in tractor, climbs the hill of muck and we try and work out what to do.
Harmony then decides to give it her best shot at getting out, and lots of grunts and crud flying, scrambles up, staggers, and falls down knee deep, again.
We encourage her to move again, which she did, to another spot but is sinking, we try to roll her, she lands again in deep slimy stuff.
Quite exhausted, she rests her head for a bit while Farmer goes off to get move tractor to dig out an escape route.
Harmony gives it another go and she is up, flanks heaving, but scrambles down in a drunken fashion and shakes herself, then starts to eat the bullocks hay.
Bullocks charge at her so she gallops off in true Arab style, none the worse for her mountaineering escapade.
We stay a while, check her over, absolutely fine, and she is almost giggling at us.
We make our way back to gate, one eye on the black beasts watching us.
Get stuck in the mud. Lose a shoe, try and rescue it, the other one stuck fast.
Abandon them and squelch through in socks to my sons car. Disparaging look from him
Home, I smell like a cow and chest hurts, but thankfully, Harmony is fine, and no damage done.
Farmer will look for my trainers
Grabbed jacket, grabbed son, chucked on trainers, pelted down to the farm, along the track mud flying (son not impressed with dirty car), Stop to shout at farmer, 'need help!'
Run through the farm to the gate to the field where ponies, cows and sheep are.
Instantly up to my ankles in mud by the gate, but struggle through to get to the grass.
Herd of young bullocks spot me and charge. I turn tail and run through thick mud to fence, and lose a shoe.
Work my way along fence then to huge muck heap, to find daughter reassuring Harmony, now up to her thighs in crap and sitting unable to move. I am thoroughly breathless and struggling to breathe.
Farmer comes along in tractor, climbs the hill of muck and we try and work out what to do.
Harmony then decides to give it her best shot at getting out, and lots of grunts and crud flying, scrambles up, staggers, and falls down knee deep, again.
We encourage her to move again, which she did, to another spot but is sinking, we try to roll her, she lands again in deep slimy stuff.
Quite exhausted, she rests her head for a bit while Farmer goes off to get move tractor to dig out an escape route.
Harmony gives it another go and she is up, flanks heaving, but scrambles down in a drunken fashion and shakes herself, then starts to eat the bullocks hay.
Bullocks charge at her so she gallops off in true Arab style, none the worse for her mountaineering escapade.
We stay a while, check her over, absolutely fine, and she is almost giggling at us.
We make our way back to gate, one eye on the black beasts watching us.
Get stuck in the mud. Lose a shoe, try and rescue it, the other one stuck fast.
Abandon them and squelch through in socks to my sons car. Disparaging look from him
Home, I smell like a cow and chest hurts, but thankfully, Harmony is fine, and no damage done.
Farmer will look for my trainers
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