Saturday, we were having a load of hay delivered in the morning. 226 heavy bales to be exact. So at 8, I went to put Max and Cinderella out in the pasture so I could get the stalls cleaned and the barn cleared for the hay. My thought process was "hey, he will love going out on pasture and eating some yummy clover over old hay". Apparently I was wrong.
I brought him out, let him loose and he did a 180 right out the gate before I had a chance to put the hotwires back up. Okay....I go get him, put him in and chase him off enough for me to get the middle line up. I usually do this so he stays in and I can bring Cinderella in without taking it down. Well, he comes cantering up and tries to duck under the line back out into the yard. Thankfully he listened when I yelled at him to whoa. So I put up the other two hotwires and hope he doesn't try to run through those.
Well, he didn't like this. He took off galloping at a mad pace around the pasture. I've never seen the fat boy move so fast before. I watch for a minute to make sure he's not going to try to run through or jump anything, then head back to the barn. My new thought is that he was upset he didn't get his morning hay. In the barn I could hear him thundering around the pasture. I ended up putting up a bag of hay in a tree and that seemed to calm him down. Cinderella went out and I managed to get the barn clean just in time for the hay guy to show up.
|He looked something like this. I wish I had my camera with me.|