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Post by Big Tee© on Feb 15, 2003 17:20:48 GMT -5
When there is ice on the buckets, do NOT use the handle of the hay fork to break said ice, just because you have said fork in your hands, and because the crazy brown horse no longer freaks out at movements of the fork. The end result is a slick coating of ice that results in tossing the fork along with the hay to the PoNee. :bang:
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Post by mare on Feb 15, 2003 17:25:17 GMT -5
or the heel of one's boots :bang:
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Post by Lynne on Feb 15, 2003 18:05:33 GMT -5
HAHAHAHA!!! I am just so glad that its not just ME! LOL!
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Post by ZenRider on Feb 15, 2003 21:18:06 GMT -5
You can use boot heels, just make sure the boots are gore-tex first. :hahaha: OK, and thinsulate lined doesn't hurt either.  |
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Post by Bara on Feb 16, 2003 4:26:42 GMT -5
.. but it scares the bejasus out of him when there a thick layer of floating ice on it!! Hurtling eagerly over to 'his trough' at the pub yesterday, Forry bumped his nose on the 'water' - which then proceeded jiggle about at him. He leapt back about 4 ft. I had to get off, lead him up and hold his hoof whilst he investigated. He then thought it was hours of fun and I had to drag him away. He reminded of Eeyore with his empty jar and piece of rag. I swear I could have left him there playing tag with the ice!
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Post by Lynne on Feb 16, 2003 5:58:24 GMT -5
Bara that is too funny! I have such a vivid mental image of all these scenarios :hahaha: How are you going to keep slightly frozen water around for him to play with in the summer?
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Post by ZenRider on Feb 16, 2003 9:32:54 GMT -5
There's always ice cubes. Bet that would get you some looks at the barn. :hahaha:
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Post by niaru on Feb 16, 2003 9:39:43 GMT -5
I can just picture it!! Goofy horses... ;D
Also, when dumping a formerly water bucket turned into a giant ice cube, be careful to turn it over far from your feet, since there might be some hidden water that can soak said feet...
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Post by Shelby on Feb 16, 2003 9:46:25 GMT -5
I wouldn't dare do that around Count - he's not spooky but he has this "thing" about tools....on a more serious note....looks like he may have been hit with a tool, he gets this wild look in his eyes (he's getting somewhat better about it, since I lead him around with one hand, and rake with the other, that is, when he has to be in his stall when I clean it.....it takes a lot of coordination but I have it down pat!).
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Post by Big Tee© on Feb 16, 2003 12:05:33 GMT -5
Shelby, the crazy brown horse was also treated pretty rough, and was horrified of everything from forks to shoeing rasps, and almost anything in between, including white pails and grain bags. He was also terrified of people in general, men in particular. Add to that the natural spookiness of his particular breeding, and instant disaster. We (driver and me) worked hard to get him over the afraid of people thing, and now rather than cringe from people he doesn't like, maybe we went too far - Rambo now intimidates those people, he bites and kicks at them. The rest just took time. He finally figured out no hay fork, no hay, so that was pretty easy, and he allows me to even toss hay from 20 feet away into the manger, a trick which would have sent him into fits three years ago. White pails and now objects to be bitten, and kicked (neither is good for said pail) and grain bags are good things. Over the last three years, he has lost most of the terrors, and now is just spooky and silly, typical of his breeding.
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Post by Bara on Feb 16, 2003 13:42:45 GMT -5
I'm lucky with my two - never been mistreated. Especially lucky with Foriegner, as I have NO IDEA of his background. Edgie - we're only the second 'family' he has had, so we know about his history - and know he has always been loved. Poor Forry was shipped out of Belgium as a 5-yr-old, presumably on horrendous transport. It was the luck of the draw whether he was going for meat, riding school, whatever. I got him when he was 7 - and luckily it is clear that he has never been mis/mal-treated. Hasn't a clue what a crop is (Yes, he does - it's a fly-whisk! etc. ) So although he is very, very spooky - he's horse-spooky not mistreatment-spooky. I am eternally grateful.
BUT - the horse I had before Forry had his own problems. I DO hestitate to teach my betters to 'suck eggs', but I found with Paddy that 'de-sensitising' his worst fears worked best. So - yes, scared of implements ... I would approach him with a spade/fork/whatever - and we'd have the ballistic moments...
But, I'd have a carrot in hand on the shaft of the implement - and sooner or later, the smell of the carrot/apple whatever would win. And he'd take the treat. Then jump back. Then next time - maybe he wouldn't jump back. Eventually spade/fork meant 'carrot'. And he was eager for it. The I started stroking him with the shaft (yeah, yeah, whilst feeding him extra treats) Especially on the withers, where the mares nuzzle the foals. Then rubbing him with the whole thing. It got to the point where Paddy would be stealing the yard-brooms to see what treats were there.
I lost Paddy to Colic.
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Post by Lynne on Feb 16, 2003 14:01:35 GMT -5
Thats a funny and terribly sweet story but it is so sad!  Thank God you have Edgie and Forry now and they have good luck tales (tails?) |
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Post by Bara on Feb 16, 2003 14:09:53 GMT -5
.. but yes, all Good Fortune Tails wiv da boyz! Don't know they'r born, the little ****@!!'s ... bless 'em!
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Post by Bara on Feb 16, 2003 16:22:28 GMT -5
My friend, Teresa (you saw her picture in the pub pix') always feeds her ice-cubes to Bob (you saw his pix etc.!) And Bob LOFFS them!! That has now come to an end. For some reason, Teresa thought it screamingly funny to offer Bob the lemon slice from her gin and tonic this summer.. Poor little B*** thought it was his ice cube.... I DOOO confess to laughing at the look on his face. But Bob doesn't accept ice cubes now.
Re les Feet Francaise! Ha Ha Ha!! Such fun we DO have around a stable yard, n'est pas???
So - Niaru-Claire - you gonna buy that pretty Red horse? No.? You're quite right. No-one will ever be Rita (no-one will ever be Paddy!!) But - guess what - Edgie and Forry are their 'own men' in their own right! Wait until you fall in love. It will happen. With a MOST UNSUITABLE horse. Love B
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Post by Lynne on Feb 16, 2003 16:46:50 GMT -5
You're brilliant bara...although I'm not quite sure how we got here from this post....
Still....I believe firmly that love comes in the most UNSUITABLE form but just somehow happens.....
The lemon thing.....I need a picture! I used to love to feed banana and peanut butter sandwiches to the horses when I was younger....SUCH great faces :hahaha:
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Thank God you have Edgie and Forry now and they have good luck tales (tails?)