What is the naughtiest thing your neddy has done?

Boyfriend kindly went to finish off my boy one winter evening, nobody else was on the yard. He was in the tack room sorting out Splash's dinner (tack room is at back of stable), Splash closed the door on boyfriend and locked him in the tack room :) Boyfriend had to telephone yard owner to come and let him out! yard owner was highly amused :) Lucky he had his mobile!
 
Well, the most recent escapade (they happen quite a lot here) involved Lady.

She wanted to come in, so she walked through a post and rail fence, the psts had been concreted in, there were four rails, she broke two and jumped the bottom ones. we'd only just repaired it from the last time she did it! Lady is the reason that apart from about 30' of p&r we have electrified wire fencing, she is not a delicate horse, she wouldn't look out of place pulling a cart when she has her feathers in situ.

Usually she just goes on the lawn and does the mowing thing, not this time, the witch. She took off out of the driveway, up the road, across the intersection, up a gravel road at the gallop for about half a mile,
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sharp left into a 300 acre cornfield, down a bank (you can see the field behind her)
That is the culprit and her foal (the palomino)
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half a mile along that, then down across the road into the neighbours pristine garden to our perimeter fence where she ran up and down taunting her field mates. There are times when it is good to live out in the boonies when rush hour is two trucks on the road at the same time.


So, there was I on the quad, belting up the road (illegally as I didn't bother to put a helmet on) swearing my head off, juggling a halter and bucket of grain and when she got to the middle of the cornfield she stopped, the sun was setting and all I could think about was "Oh bugger, no camera :mad:" It would have made the most perfect photograph. OH meanwhile is almost falling off the back laughing at me cursing about the lack of camera.

Finally caught the witch, and had to walk back a mile and a half along the road - in my slippers!

The most annoying thing about the whole episode was that she had a DAY OLD foal at foot, poor little thing was pooped.
 
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We had a chunky 15hh gelding who rolled underneath a barbed wire fence (bottom strand 18' off the ground), crossed a ditch and forced his way through a thick hedge to eat all the pears off the neighbour's trees. Not a scratch on him, but a hole in the hedge.:rolleyes:

Current horse empties her feed onto the ground and breaks buckets and can pooh in her automatic water bowl - think we need to tell her there's no flush.:cool:
 
My old boy was able to open his stable door himself and I used to have to put a clip from an old lead-rope on the catch so that he couldn't open it. The weather had been foul and we weren't able to turn out (on clay, YO's hubby a cattle farmer and very strict about his land being trashed). I got up to the yard one morning to received a right old rollocking from YO's mother because 'I'd' not put the catch on and His Lordship had escaped and gone for a hoolie in the YO's mum's front garden. I had a snigger when it actually turned out that the last person in Naughty Horse's stable was.... YO's mother <ooops> :D
 
Arrived at farm and looking at paddock realised I could only count 2 out 3 present and correct. There was definitely a spotty botty missing.... I looked in the stream, the bushes, under the trees. Nope. My horse was def not there.

Asked if anyone had seen a large four legged white thing with spots on wandering around and no one had.

Commence narrowing down of places he could be... Hay barn? No.


Cow barn? No.

Stable! Err.. No.

Other paddock? No.

Surely not the mares field with two massive cow gates and 4ft post n rail?

I called and called.... (there was by now a search party the size of the village) ... Then we all heard what sounded like thunder. It was a blisteringly hot day.

Around the woods came 8 horses, a spotty one in amongst the dust, like something out of Lord of the Rings. Eight sweaty beasts with MY geliding, in the middle of 7 mares.

Mortified????

I was just glad I could catch him the little twerp.

(I have nightmares an owner is going to find a spotty mini replica of the twerp. He is gelded but I still have nightmares....)
 
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We had only been at our current yard for 2 weeks when Star escaped. The YO had 1/2 a tonne of carrots delivered and they were in a heap, in the corner of the yard - so who was discovered perched on top of 1/2 tonne of carrots?

She broke into the feedroom by crawling under the scaffolding pole which lived in a bracket across the doorway. She ate 6 dinners that day.

She knocks things over - deliberately. And it is deliberately, with malice afore thought, I've seen her doing it.
Especially full wheelbarrows (she puts her nose under the junction of the handle to the barrow - and over it goes). And saddles within nose reach will end up on the floor, oh, and rugs which are left within reach - all get tossed on the floor.

If she's tied up, and the door is open, but within nose reach, she shoves it hard, makes it bang and bounce open again, so that she can shove it again....... That nose of hers gets her into all sorts of bother.

I just think she's creative. Yes it's naughty, but it happens so you plan to avoid it.
 
HollyWoozle said:
Most of... that'll teach us to leave it in reach of the fence! This is the same horse this morning:

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I think he was put on this earth just to be annoying. :p
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AFPMSL! I'm actually crying with laughter at that. Brilliant.

As for naughty, I've had to move my big mare into a different stable so the mare and foal can use hers temporarily. This new stable is next to the feed room and separated from it by a half height wall. I've had loads of other horses in there and have, obviously, learnt to keep everything out of reach. I find filing cabinets ideal, you can get a lot of stuff in a small footprint, mouse proof, horse proof - and free as well. So the big mare has managed to lean over, open the filing cabinet, and eat her way through about 10Kg of chicken feed. I was aware of the colic risk and so once I'd realised what she'd done was keeping close eye, but what I hadn't though of was the laminitis risk, then a little trickle of thought ran through the back of my mind and I rang the vets for advice. Cue major panic, vet straight out, stomach wash, drip, liquids pumped in, anti inflammatories, another visit, ice legs, different liquids pumped in, another drip, ice / hose legs every couple of hours through the night. This carries on today to try to ensure she doesn't go down with laminitis.

After she's been iced she's allowed a little potter round the yard and on one of these excursions she managed to find the trailer where the yummy haylage is stored - because of course she's now on the worst stuff I can find - and undo one of the anti-luce clips on the door on the way to helping herself from there too. Naughty old thing she is and I'll have to take a serious look at security of storage - it's worked like it is for years.
 
Pushed over the full height breeze block wall adjoining his and the next door (thankfully empty) stable. It was actually a blessing in disguise because I just offered the YO a higher livery rate to let me keep the double size stable so now he has a mansion!

He was NOT a popular horse with YO that day though!
 
daughters old pony was a monkey, he could get through any fencing and did so frequently:mad: his finest moment though was going through the stock fencing, over a stone wall and some barb wire and taking himself merrily down the lane to visit Camilla (yes THE camilla aka mrs prince charles :o ) luckily (?) the armed police on her gate didn't think he was a terrorist disguised as a cute grey pony so didn't shoot him! they just escorted him back up the lane to a very embarressed YO:D

ginger boy is a bit of a paddock hopper too, except he's taken to just breaking the fencing lately rather than jumping it, big girl usually stays put in the correct paddock and gives me that 'ummmm he's done it again but i'm such a good girl' look when i turn up:D
 
Honeys worst has to be her complete meltdown at fly spray :p
She was tied up to a very thin bit of bailing twine so it would snap if she panicked .. But it didn't and she went galloping off down the track with the stable wall attatched and even when she kicked it the leadrope broke instead of the twine :rolleyes:
Mystis worst has to be the first day she arrived, she was put out into the field and going to be introduced the next day but that wasn't quick enough for her so she jumped the fence and ran up to the stable to my other mare to introduce herself (she was fat, looked awful, is 12hh and was squealing and bucking all the way up in front of pretty much every other livery :rolleyes:)
 
Mine took a dislike to gates! First one he managed to break was a chunky wooden 6 bar - he just charged through the middle of it, smashed it to bits and no marks on him! Then he leant on a 6 bar metal one until it folded down in the middle... Then when my dad replaced it and put a nice new hanging post in (10ft with 6ft in the ground) he smashed the post off within 2 days at ground level... Oh and when I put him in a loose box which was closed in by a gate - day one he bent the gate, day 2 he climbed the gate and stuck his leg through the weld mesh at the bottom of it, had a strop and ripped it off the wall - taking the hinges and the bricks with it. Dad renamed him nuisance!
 
my Steve Mc Queen wannabe has been limbo'ing under the electric fence all week to get to the nice grass setting off my other poor mare left alone on the boring side!!! but far worse than that she ate a drawing pin last night from the feed room door! now have to keep an eye on her for next few days and hope it passes through with no damage........ what a muppet:cool:
 
It's so nice to hear that I'm not the only one with a brat pony who makes life difficult:rolleyes:

Two weeks after moving to a new yard I went to check my 2 boys in the morning to find they weren't in their field and found them both in their stables looking a little sorry for themselves. I then got told the story that at nearly midnight our farmer (86 years old) got a phone call from neighbouring farmer saying 2 ponies had been found gorging on cow feed. Farmer phoned another livery whose ponies he thought they were and they had to go walk them back in the pitch black.

Not too bad however their trek took them through a hole they made in the fence, up some woods, through 3 lots of neighbours gardens, up through a village, down a main road and into the very angry farmer's cow barn and his 'tasty' cow feed:mad::eek::o

Cob is usually well behaved and on this occasion obviously just followed but brat pony has also:

- ripped his tack room door off AND the frame to see what was behind it
- leant and pulled off his stable door
- escaped into our neighbours beautifully kept and tidy garden destroying their lawn
- countless times escaped into the hay field by either: jumping a 3ft ditch, wading through a very deep stream and jumping up the bank, escaping into neighbours paddocks and casually finding a hole from there over to it
- climbed through fencing, down a ditch and walked along and up the ditch out of his bare paddock into the main field when he had laminitis
- grabs baling twine with his teeth and snaps it whether it's him or cob tied to it
- managed (no1 has A CLUE HOW) escaped into the chicken pen and was found eating chicken feed for breakfast.

...makes life so hard some times!:rolleyes:
 
my youngster pushed a gate off its hinges and broke into the feed room about 5 months after I got him. Found him with his head in a bin full of Dengie. Gave him mild colic and me a vet bill for £180!!!
 
My tb bit my mum really badly once, she had a massive lump on her side for months afterwards :( She's never really trusted him again and is really lacking in confidence with horses in general now!
 
Jumped into local primary school and galloped round their playground - yard got a call "there is a big horse in the playground and the children are on their break in 10minutes"

i have never been so glad he was on livery, especially when he wouldnt let them catch him and just galloped around and over the equipment!
 
My horse is usually incredibly laid back, but still had her moments when she was younger. I have been called by two different yards to remove her from two seperate "how did that horse get there??" situations.The first time she had wandered along on top of a wall that formed a sunken boundary(at least 6-8ft) to her field and got stuck.Only she wasn't stuck,she was munching the grass the others could not reach,and backed along the wall for me and out the gate! I think they just didn't want the responsibility of getting her down.The wall was blocked off that day,and she was very dissapointed that she could not squeeze past the barrier. The second time,my non jumping horse jumped out the winter field ,and into the slurry pit!! Everyone was convinced she couldn't get out and we would need the fire brigade,but she made her own way out when she saw her feed bucket. I have never seen such a dirty horse,and hope I never will again :eek:
 
The naughtiest? Hmmm . . .

- He managed to knock down the front wall of his stable by leaning hard on it to see out when he was on box rest

- He leant on the top of a seriously rusty gate and snapped the top bar clean in half (how he didn't end up with the sharp end sticking out of his chest, I don't know)

- He cannot be trusted with anything within reach . . . water buckets will be up-ended (even those in his own stable), forks/brushes will be chewed, bags of shavings will be opened and the contents liberally strewn, open containers will be opened and the contents eaten (if edible and sometimes even if not), feed buckets will be picked up/twirled around his head and then chucked as far as he can throw them, headcollars (preferably the expensive leather one I bought him one Christmas) will be sucked/chewed and generally defaced

- If tied up on the yard he will at some point become bored and either a) turn the tap on or off; b) paw the ground and get his leg stuck OVER the fence; c) get his headcollar caught on something; d) chew the hose . . . needless to say he doesn't get left tied up on the yard unsupervised for very long

- When being brought in from the field he likes to stall by pretending to wee . . . assumes the position, looks about with an air of innocence and then starts eating

- If I'm too slow getting him rugged up/ready to go out in the field, he twangs the waistband of my jods with his teeth

- He likes to lick the farrier's head

- At a previous yard he could be found in the mare's field every morning . . . he didn't jump the fence, somehow he (and I suspect some helpers) managed to remove the sliprails between the two fields . . . not just push one side out but completely remove both (heavy) rails from their moorings

He's a bit of a pickle.

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When I was 13 I had a very naughty pony. He did a lot of cunning things, mainly around food.
His worst was when one of the farm hands was doing some improvements to the adjoining stables. He put his lunch & flask on the wall of the stable & went off for a pee. when he came back the pony had eaten a hard boiled egg in it's shell & four ham & pickle sandwiches! He also smashed the Thermos. I remember having to buy a new one from my pocket money!
I was really frightened he would suffer a colic but he suffered no ill effects. Afterwards the farm hand always pointed him out to visitors as the pony who liked ham & pickle sandwiches!
 
Honeylight said:
When I was 13 I had a very naughty pony. He did a lot of cunning things, mainly around food.
His worst was when one of the farm hands was doing some improvements to the adjoining stables. He put his lunch & flask on the wall of the stable & went off for a pee. when he came back the pony had eaten a hard boiled egg in it's shell & four ham & pickle sandwiches! He also smashed the Thermos. I remember having to buy a new one from my pocket money!
I was really frightened he would suffer a colic but he suffered no ill effects. Afterwards the farm hand always pointed him out to visitors as the pony who liked ham & pickle sandwiches!
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This made me smile. Apparently in his hunting days (before I bought him, I don't have a deathwish) Kal used to snaffle sausage rolls at the hunt meet. Also he once swiped a prawn salad sandwich clean out of my hand. Neither caused him any ill effect. Oh, and he also likes smokey bacon crisps. But then he is a pig.

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Ok well, were do I start.
Mini maniac midget gem; kicked me in the head, reared bolt upright onto a fence, broken about 5 bridles, rips fence posts out of the ground regularly (on one occasion, a row of 5 posts & rails!!), goes through a leadrein a month, been through approx 8 headcollars, kills wheelbarrows, kills rugs, jumps out...... Oh teh list is endless.
Grey swamp monster; rips rugs, and pulls leccy fence posts out of ground with teeth and then places them on the ground. His other alternative is to hook his hoof round the bottom of the fence post and pull it out, he ain't no daft hoss.
Overgrown field ornament; jumped 6ft over fence into hedges, and then out onto the common to come and join us for a hack (luckily we hadn't gotten too far!)
 
I was talking to my YO many years ago, while standing outside Bensons stable, with his feed bucket in my hand.
The stables have solid oak doors, very very heavy, on drop pin hinges, so in theory you can just lift them to take them off the hinges.
Which is exactly what Benson did. With his teeth.!
He proceeded to throw the door straight across the yard!!!!
 
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