Worst horsey job??

Poo picking is fun to me, I love getting a stall really clean! And clipping is good bonding time

Oh god not for us!! Badger really doesn't enjoy it at all, especially his head and tummy!! Tries to be a good boy though so not too bad - although I end up feeling really guilty because he has to have the twich on (for ears and his tummy) and then today was shivering by the end of it!! :(

So possible falling out time for us, not bonding!
 
My list:

Poo picking/mucking out in the dark - then falling arse over tip in the muckheap

Picking out feet; it knackers your back to be bent over

Haynet filling in a velcroe top - aaarrrrggghhh!

Dealing with muddy horse with cold fingers and limited time

Brushing off dried mud and it gets in your eyes

Having to traipse god-knows-where to get hay up to some place off the beaten track where its swimming in shite and you find out you've gone to the wrong farm and its the one across the road (up another rutted lane which bvggers up your car exhaust coz its so rutted up it catches it underneath)

Dealing with stroppy horses which you haven't been able to ride coz of the weather/flu etc

Having to haul out water from the house coz the yard supply has all frozen up

Probably more, but can't think of anymore now.
 
filling water buckets - so hate it but also dont like automatic water fillers so ummmm water buckets it is
Haynets - takes time and not good for horses hence I have always fed from floor
but love ragworting - peace quiet time to myself (dont take my phone wth me) watching horses in sun whilst i think of the people i most dislike as i dig the swines up lovvvvvvvve it lol
 
I love poo picking, seeing the field looking all poo free is great and i just stroll along in a world of my own.
I hate haynets so the horses all get it dumped on the floor.
I do really hate thick sloppy mud, that no matter what seems to get everywhere, wheelbarrow always get stuck, boots threaten to be sucked off, etc etc but nothing i can do to change that bar leaving all the horses in 24/7 for most of winter and i wont do that so have to just put up with
 
poo picking, I hate it with a vengence! But I cant do it now as it knackers my back even more than it already is! And the other thing is filling haynets. Bloody things!
 
Oh, I've just remembered one of the worst... scrubbing away at a really crusty stable stain with a rubber curry comb, sending up clouds of dried wee dust and then breathing it in and feeling it crunch between your teeth... *retch* Also, brushing feathers is a unique agony to those of us with traditional hairies - I must confess I barely touch them in the winter because it's so disheartening when they take one step into the field and get all clogged up with mud again!
 
I do really hate thick sloppy mud, that no matter what seems to get everywhere, wheelbarrow always get stuck, boots threaten to be sucked off, etc etc but nothing i can do to change that bar leaving all the horses in 24/7 for most of winter and i wont do that so have to just put up with

My friend has a huge hatred for mud - she even reckons horses hate it too.. Her and her horse now live in Spain!
 
Bringing other peoples' rude ignorant ill mannered bargy horses in.

Poo picking the field because someone else doesn't ever bloody bother. Ever.

I'm not keen on dragging half-ton soaked haynets about either, but since they are for my horse I don't mind too much.
 
Carting water from home (5 miles away) when the yard tap freezes up as it does my back in - lifting in & out of the car as I use 'man sized' containers from our caravan...

Used to freeze for no more than 1 or 2 days at a time (so could dunk in outside troughs if we had to for a short time) but last Dec was the worst :(
 
Repairing saddlery that isn't cleaned properly, nothing worse than cutting through a buckle turn to find green gunge on and behind the buckle then getting it under your finger nails and have even had maggots crawling out of rugs to meet me that are in to be washed and repaired!
Oz :)
 
Poo picking at this time of year. Don't mind it in the summer when the ground is flat and hard enough to take a barrow on; I haven't been able to get a barrow in/out the fields for over a month now :eek: (we're only clay soil so it gets VERY boggy), so I have to lug round a bucket :( Plus, since the grounds so churned up it takes forever to get all the poos since they fall down the holes!

Not that keen on having to fill waters from YO's kitchen sink when all the taps freeze either (particularly since it means lugging water out to the fields in containers if the bowser can't be filled).

Will happily spend hours grooming though :)
 
Love, love, love clipping - but don't need to do it anymore.
Don't poo pick - harrow, God Bless the inventor of those creations.:) and in winter, well, look at my signature! I'll be blowed if I am going hunting for the stuff, it will still be there when it melts in a few months time.
Don't brush mud off - no mud, just snow.
Don't use haynets - everything goes on the ground.
Don't clean sheaths.

I don't actually hate doing anything, although I am not keen on mucking out which is why I keep all mine outside and only keep stalled horses if I am paid to muck out.

I also don't like pulling manes, or cleaning tack - so I don't.
 
Walking the Plank of Doom onto the muck heap when it has a layer of ice on it and slipping into the cow ****e underneath. Usually in the dark.

Doing anything that involves wading through knee deep mud.
 
Would anyone who says they love clipping like a job? lol. I've got a constant stream of dealing horses to clip and I HATE it. I also detest poo picking.
 
I hate clipping, but the worst job is bringing in when it is howling a gale and they are all being stupid and dangerous. I hate that.
 
The Rain!! I know its not a horsey job but it makes everything seem much worse. Changing p*ssy stable rugs on my mare that no matter how deep her bed is see insists on laying in the wet.
I love seeing them all tucked up for the night happily eating hay then going in the stables in the morning and they are all so excited to see me knowing that breakfast is on its way.
 
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