Annagain
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Had the fright of my life on Friday. It was my turn to get the horses in but work has been manic so I was a bit late. By the time I got there, there were fireworks galore. Not really an issue, the boys don't seem to give a stuff about them. I expected three faces at the gate but there were only two. No Wiggy. That's not massively unusual he doesn't normally like to stop eating so rather than stand at the gate he's often mooching a few metres away. I got the other two in and went back for Wig but there was no sign at all. I had my head torch on and his rug is very reflective so expected to be able to see him easily but nothing. Starting to panic I went further into the field to make sure I could see every corner. Still nothing. The top corner of the field backs onto land with a quarry and while it's very well fenced, I was starting to catastrophise. What if he'd panicked with the fireworks, bolted, got into the quarry and fallen down the edge?
I started to run down to ask the YO for help. Luckily, I was in the perfect position at the perfect time. As I was facing the mares field a massive firework lit up the sky. It revealed 4 shadowy figures standing at the mares' hay feeder..... There are only 3 mares in the field.
Wig had popped himself in with them and all 4 were happily tucking into the haylage as if they'd been sharing it all their lives! Once I'd caught him, we had words and he was left in no doubt of my displeasure at his antics
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The other girls were away overnight and I was going away for the day at 6.30 the following morning so the boys were going back out in the dark too. I thought I knew where he'd got in (a point where the hedge is much less thick and theoretically he might have been able to push his way through (there's fencing work going on at the moment but they haven't reached there yet) it so I blocked that up as well as I could in the pitch black and pouring rain. Saturday, I had a message from the girls who got had got back at lunchtime. He was in with the mares again. They ran in for his headcollar and as they went to get him, he quietly popped himself back into the boys' field with the most sedate of little jumps! It turned out, he hadn't got in where I thought but further up in a very tight corner where one of the other boys likes to stand to talk to the mares. It looks like where he'd been leaning over the hedge, it had been flattened quite a lot - not enough to be attractive to him but for Wig it was a guilt edged invitation, especially as there's hay in that field (the boys are much better doers and have more space/grass so don't get any). Emergency fencing work was carried out on Sunday in the pouring rain by our poor YO. I appreciate her work very much. Wiggy is livid.
I started to run down to ask the YO for help. Luckily, I was in the perfect position at the perfect time. As I was facing the mares field a massive firework lit up the sky. It revealed 4 shadowy figures standing at the mares' hay feeder..... There are only 3 mares in the field.
Wig had popped himself in with them and all 4 were happily tucking into the haylage as if they'd been sharing it all their lives! Once I'd caught him, we had words and he was left in no doubt of my displeasure at his antics
.The other girls were away overnight and I was going away for the day at 6.30 the following morning so the boys were going back out in the dark too. I thought I knew where he'd got in (a point where the hedge is much less thick and theoretically he might have been able to push his way through (there's fencing work going on at the moment but they haven't reached there yet) it so I blocked that up as well as I could in the pitch black and pouring rain. Saturday, I had a message from the girls who got had got back at lunchtime. He was in with the mares again. They ran in for his headcollar and as they went to get him, he quietly popped himself back into the boys' field with the most sedate of little jumps! It turned out, he hadn't got in where I thought but further up in a very tight corner where one of the other boys likes to stand to talk to the mares. It looks like where he'd been leaning over the hedge, it had been flattened quite a lot - not enough to be attractive to him but for Wig it was a guilt edged invitation, especially as there's hay in that field (the boys are much better doers and have more space/grass so don't get any). Emergency fencing work was carried out on Sunday in the pouring rain by our poor YO. I appreciate her work very much. Wiggy is livid.
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