Perhaps, but at the rate these dear animals continue to get into trouble in the artificially created environment we keep them in, one could think so. Today, a cast horse, just for variety.
Been buried in a rainstorm for days.
The horses, cooped up a bit for safety, were all coming up with various mischief… Finally back on the lunge line for a short session, Valiosa wasn’t even half of the calm attentive horse she was last week. Did get in a second pony ride at the walk, but trying riding the trot on the lunge seemed far off.
She’s only 3, after all.
Sort of run down from a cold settling in, I decided to wrap it up and get home. Watched Valiosa lay down for a nice roll in her pen while packing up the car. Way close to the fence.
Some sudden thrashing, and I realized she’d gotten her self cast up against the pipe fencing, with all four legs stuck through the fence.
Her hind was twisted and not able to roll over. Legs stuck. Not supposed to happen. I called out to her, and she stopped struggling. Also not supposed to happen. Most would have continued on until something, usually themselves, broke. Once close to her, she laid her neck down after I got her front legs free, below.
Eyeballs gleaming white, grunting and shivering, but still. One hock wedged tight, tight, like a frog leg.
She waited patiently while I quickly disassembled the fence panels, freed her legs, and dragged the panel away from her. No panic, just waiting for me to say it was OK to come up.
Over almost before it begun. Not sure what will be next.
Perhaps I should move in at the barn.