A Hot Sunday
Jul. 3rd, 2006 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
murakoziSunday was hot and humid, which made me wish I could've just stayed home and lazed about instead of mucking stalls. I couldn't really do that, though, so it was a hot, sweaty time at the barn. Between the gatorade I brought and plenty of water, I managed to keep myself mostly hydrated.
The littlest pony, Pumpkin, managed to get himself into a minor jam in the afternoon. After the last trail ride went out, Bandit and Wheatchex were the only two school horses left in the barn. Since there weren't any more trail rides after the one that just left, I put a halter on Bandit and led her out back to turn her out. As we approached the gate to the dirt pasture, I noticed Pumpkin standing at the fence to the left of it bouncing around a little. I assumed he was just being goofy and waiting for Bandit to be let through the gate. Once I turned Bandit loose, I realized that Pumpkin had managed to get himself into a little situation.
There are some vines along that portion of the fence that had grown over the fence and were hanging down on the pasture side. Down near the gate is a small concrete pad with a nonfunctional automatic waterer on it. It looks like Pumpkin had been walking along the fence and, upon reaching the pad, had moved over closer to the fence, walking between it and the waterer. As he did, he walked right through the overhanging vines (he's a lil guy after all) and managed to get them around his neck and across his chest. He couldn't move forward or to the side because of 'em. I suspect he could've just backed out, but that obviously didn't occur to him.
While he was unhappy about the situation, he wasn't all scared or in a panic. Fortunately, the vines were pretty thin, so I just got out my pocket knife and carefully (didn't wanna have Pumpkin bounce and get poked or sliced) cut him free. He scooted on out of there and over to the stock tanks. During the couple minutes all that took, Bandit stood nearby and I'll almost swear she was laughing at Pumpkin. Poor lil guy. I told Don and he's gonna cut the vines back again. The stupid things grow back incredibly fast.
The littlest pony, Pumpkin, managed to get himself into a minor jam in the afternoon. After the last trail ride went out, Bandit and Wheatchex were the only two school horses left in the barn. Since there weren't any more trail rides after the one that just left, I put a halter on Bandit and led her out back to turn her out. As we approached the gate to the dirt pasture, I noticed Pumpkin standing at the fence to the left of it bouncing around a little. I assumed he was just being goofy and waiting for Bandit to be let through the gate. Once I turned Bandit loose, I realized that Pumpkin had managed to get himself into a little situation.
There are some vines along that portion of the fence that had grown over the fence and were hanging down on the pasture side. Down near the gate is a small concrete pad with a nonfunctional automatic waterer on it. It looks like Pumpkin had been walking along the fence and, upon reaching the pad, had moved over closer to the fence, walking between it and the waterer. As he did, he walked right through the overhanging vines (he's a lil guy after all) and managed to get them around his neck and across his chest. He couldn't move forward or to the side because of 'em. I suspect he could've just backed out, but that obviously didn't occur to him.
While he was unhappy about the situation, he wasn't all scared or in a panic. Fortunately, the vines were pretty thin, so I just got out my pocket knife and carefully (didn't wanna have Pumpkin bounce and get poked or sliced) cut him free. He scooted on out of there and over to the stock tanks. During the couple minutes all that took, Bandit stood nearby and I'll almost swear she was laughing at Pumpkin. Poor lil guy. I told Don and he's gonna cut the vines back again. The stupid things grow back incredibly fast.