Ruddy cob!

FFAQ

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My wretched hooligan cob is free to any home. In fact, I'll pay you take him!
I spent all weekend carefully putting up electric fencing and sorting out the water supply to a massive field I'm renting. I have inherited 2 pretty feral ponies from a relative recently and I have done very careful introductions with my lot. So this afternoon having lovingly put the last bit of fence in place and scrubbed the trough, etc, I started taking the nags out to the field. Hooligan and Saint horse went first and Hooligan was actually quite civilised leading out to the field (it's a bit of a trek). Then fatty went out and was delighted to have more grass after 5 minutes of starvation. Hooligan and Saint were grazing peacefully so I went back for the feral ponies who were actually pretty civilised once they worked out that all 3 of us had to walk side by side, and when we got to the field Hooligan was waiting. I always put in a no-man's land by the gate so the horses aren't barging me when I take one in or out, so I unclipped the lead ropes thinking I'd let them in the main field and then get the headcollars off after I'd done the gate up properly. Big mistake. Hooligan decided it would be great fun to chase them and all 3 went straight through my electric fence in 3 places. Luckily they just snapped the tape so nobody was hurt, but by then it was pretty dark and I had to traipse around 10 acres looking for dark bay ponies so I could get the headcollars off!
Apologies for the completely pointless frustrated post (no pun intended), just needed to share my frustration ?
And another thing- I must've walked 4 or 5 miles this evening putting horses out and retrieving headcollars, so why aren't I skinny? Harrumph!
 

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I think my baby cob is related. Likes nothing better than to charge around my field doing sliding stops and handbrake turns. I'm just waiting for a windy up spool thing to be delivered by Amazon then the electric fencing is being put away for winter.

They always, always know when you've spent a lot of time on something ...
 

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that was very naughtyof him, i get the excitement new field more grass etc but very naughty and so frustrating for you. i hope you had someone to help you.
 

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Unfortunately not! But all is forgiven today ?
Always is, and I think they know it too!

Mine has walked through tape to fresh grass while just looking at me the whole time. "A single strand? This far from the energiser? You can't be serious"
 

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Yeah, cobs and electric fences are not a good mix! Mine also used to walk straight through them, or reverse through them if he got a zap on the chest. Switched to Heras fencing panels only to catch him reversing into the centre panel until he had it at tipping point, at which point he sat down like a dog, ducked his head, and rolled over the panel to the grass on the other side. Smug cob on fresh grass, rest of herd hysterical on the other side. That was the end of trying to ration the pasture, I could not work out how to keep him in.
 

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Feel your pain, just brought one of our foals home last week, he has lived with electric fence since he was born, he has ripped down/gone thru all my fencing, and so let the other two into the haylage store area.......... 5 bales damaged Aaaaarrrggggggghhhhh ??
 

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Yeah, cobs and electric fences are not a good mix! Mine also used to walk straight through them, or reverse through them if he got a zap on the chest. Switched to Heras fencing panels only to catch him reversing into the centre panel until he had it at tipping point, at which point he sat down like a dog, ducked his head, and rolled over the panel to the grass on the other side. Smug cob on fresh grass, rest of herd hysterical on the other side. That was the end of trying to ration the pasture, I could not work out how to keep him in.
They're too clever for their own good!
 
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