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Fence Interrupted

The bush is filled with lots of things… critters, characters, feathers, fun, mayhem and mystery…

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A mystery occured to me last week, after I posted the photo above on my Facebook page

WHY is our fence so very very … um, what’s the word? Whoopy?

(Yes that is the technical term-of-the-day.)

This is a photo taken several years ago, when Dash was a ‘wee one’, soon after we arrived back here at Granite Glen.

 

dash and bull1Nawwww… bull buddies.  Note that fence is slightly whoopy, but not nearly as bad as now. T

he intervening years have NOT been kind to the once-dead-straight fence put in when I was a child (MANY moons ago).

Why?

Yes, the bulls do break into the yard every so often, but I had never noticed one actually LEANING on the fence?

bulls_8538 eWell, a couple of days ago, the answer presented itself.

In the form of a certain chestnut horse…

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Trooper.

All innocent and ‘who me?’ when he first arrived here.

Little did I know he was already planning:

‘That fence looks FAR too straight. Must fix that.’

Mr Incredible and his trusty steed, TrooperButter wouldn’t melt, would it?

Now you should all know that this 17 hand high (tall!) gelding is probably one of the smartest animals on the place.  He breaks into sheds and yards and places he is not supposed to be ALL the time.  His uses his nose like a hand.  There are chains on every gate around here.  But apparently that’s not enough to keep this wily equine at bay…

And how do I know that it’s TROOPER and none of the other horses who frequent our front paddock creating our Fence Whoop Situation?

He’s the only one TALL enough (in this paddock) to do this…

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And this…

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Munch munch…

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Listen lady, if YOU cannot see that the grass is green on your side… fence_8771e

Can everyone take a moment to fully appreciated the ‘Trooper Whoops’ now thoroughly embedded in our house fence, please?

fence_8783 eUpside? I don’t have to mow that strip anymore..

*sigh*

🙂

9 Comments

  • Lynda M O

    Horses are some of the most fascinating creatures on this earth; so smart:
    Just at the barn yesterday listening to my young horsewoman explain how Little Nemo can lift the pin to release the catch AND push open the stall door with his head to escape his enclosure. Where is he going ?~!

    I pause for a moment of appreciation for the horses and their innate intelligence.
    Lynda M O´s last blog post ..For My Beloved Sisters so Far Away

  • debby

    ‘Trooper whoops’ made me laugh out loud. Now here’s a solution for you. Put him on the other side of the fence for a while and see if he’ll straighten it out for you. Upside? You wouldn’t have to mow ANY of your grass. And it would be fertilized. 🙂

    • BB of Oz

      Oh don’t worry – he’s on the other side plenty. Fertilising away! He refuses to lean back in the right spots to straighten said fence… ornery.

  • Hippomanic Jen

    I recognised the problem. Grandad used to regularly turn the fence panels around on their yard for just this reason. I had a horse who could untie knots, chains, whatever. Gates weren’t safe with him, but not as bad as being tied up. That was an insult! So he’d untie the rope, let it dangle to the ground, then consider himself ‘ground tied’. (Which I must admit I would hesitate to trust anytime there was a really long walk home)

  • Maev

    The grass is always greener…on the other side of the fence….
    I too am sitting here laughing out loud…like a somewhat hysterical old lady…hope the neighbours dont ring triple zero….LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!….
    Love horses…miss having them around… 🙂
    Thank for sharing…

  • Gretchen in KS

    Hubby’s family came home one day to a horse in the middle of their living room. They even resorted to removing the doorknob from the outside of the tack room/feed room door, since said equine was so talented at opening every sort of latch or lock. When that one wasn’t opening doors, he was leaping fences. But only when the apples or persimmons were ripe. And he always came back in once he had a bellyful.
    Gotta love the ornery critters!
    Gretchen in KS

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