Loughlin
Well-Known Member
8 acre hill of a field.... horse (I cannot even speak his name) decides he's not coming in. The grass is in, and he's feckin' off. He's clipped bare. It's lashing. He's alone. Usually faultless to come to a quick rattle of a bucket. I'm not leaving him out alone and listening to the howling weather all night, worrying.
Three goes to get him down in the rain, coming to me and then whipping off. Got him off half the field, re-fenced a new 80m corridor along a fencline to overcome his fear of another side of the field, and save a saved pasture from a thrashing. There's a tree he doesn't like. Excellent for me, as I have walking pneumonia. He finally gave in and I bowled him down a bowling alley of smaller areas, but horses! OMG.
Three goes to get him down in the rain, coming to me and then whipping off. Got him off half the field, re-fenced a new 80m corridor along a fencline to overcome his fear of another side of the field, and save a saved pasture from a thrashing. There's a tree he doesn't like. Excellent for me, as I have walking pneumonia. He finally gave in and I bowled him down a bowling alley of smaller areas, but horses! OMG.