My New Groom

This week I got a new groom! My poor mum who has always been scared of horses, popped in to pick me up yesterday.  As I was just bringing Charlie in for a tidy up (His vision has been compromised lately by his very thick, long forelock), she found herself keeping him quiet.  He is normally groomed by the gate to the field, or in the barn with the others.  So this was actually his first time tied up to the post by the tack room alone.  Not wanting her to be knocked over if he barged about, I gave her a bucket of carrots to keep him quiet. 
Easily bribed lad, stood reasonably quietly for a feather, tail and forelock trim. At least I can now see his feet, and he can see......well everything.  As much as I love him looking like Phil Lynott, or indeed Slash from Guns 'n' Roses, its probably better that he has some vision. It was a bit of a hatchet job, practical rather than pretty, but it will take some time to get the tail and feathers thinned nicely. I also managed to cut my finger with the scissors.....being on warfarin, there was copious amounts of blood😊

Only Daisy Didn't Take A Naughty Pill Last Night

Daisy was the only one not to take a naughty pill last night.  Obviously dished out by the naughty pill fairy!  We arrived to find Lulu in with the minis (again).
Only a blonde would swop to a field with less grass.  And so the blondeness spread.  Having retrieved Lu, and removed a hanging tail flap from B,s battered rug, we moved the hay rack down the hill, out of sight of Lu.  Could they find it? Hell no. Its not as if we disguised it like a nuclear bunker.  Even when I stood yelling, banging the metal sides and waving hay, they stood watching from a distance!  
And then we set about changing rugs, as the wind is more than nippy again. Naturally Daisy was as good as gold.  But Charlie?  No he was offski.  Oh yeah a funny game.  Not amused!  Eventually I just hung out by the hay, until I could rub his head.  He then stood quietly for a rug change and lots of cuddles.  Weird boy!!!  By the time we had poo-picked in the ever increasing wind, both Jo and I were exhausted!

My Pony Looks Like Phil Lynott