It was peaceful until the late afternoon. Young Michelle decided to go up the hill and check the horses and found a rather unhappy sight. Little Spiritus had been chased through a fence by Ranger and had wire around his hind leg. Not a good scene. We had to go up there and cut the fence to get him out. Other than some swelling and a couple of small marks on his leg he was unhurt. Just very sore and his pride had been dented. It was fortunate he was so good about being handled which saved him from any injury. Otherwise we could have ended up with a severed tendon and a possibly sad ending. I took this photo this morning of the little fella when I went up to check him. The swelling has gone down and he's all happy again.
Ranger, the cause of all the drama to begin with, has a bad habit of chasing the little horses around. So, we're going to separate the little guys from him, and the old man - then there's no more fences being wrecked, and little horses being hurt by a 9 hand high bully.
The old man was too busy keeping to himself to worry about the antics of a bunch of youngsters this morning. He's 32 years old and maybe he'll live another year. I hope so. He's a great horse, but at his great age anything can happen. Today though, he looked wonderfully well. Dear old boy he is.
And I was followed up the hill by the cows who wanted to see what I was doing. Terrorist and River were pleased to find a poor cabbage tree to use as a scratching post. As for me, I decided all was well and went off back down the hill to do some more blackberry spraying. We've got plenty of those!