Some friends came over today to collect horse manure for their vegetable garden’s compost bin. Horse manure is something we have a large supply of.
I knew that everyone would want to help and, as I am indisposed, I thought the best way to do this was to divert the helpers with some silage. I asked Leigh to throw it over the fence and into the field.
I let Taktur out as I wanted to give him his daily grub. Leigh was instantly enchanted and quickly made friends.
Meanwhile, the men were busy with their bags and shovelling equipment around the field.
And, yes, you guessed it. While everyone drifted off, more interested in the newly arrived silage, one little person thought he would investigate further on his own.
Bozz-Bozz was fascinated.
And then he saw someone who required his help.
They were all doomed from the start, really.
You know how police and army horses are de-sensitized using a variety of methods? Bozz-Bozz holds no fear of anything. He could be a police horse or a mini drum horse for the Queen.
He had a wonderful time, playing with the equipment.
He had a wonderful time playing with the people, too.
There was much helping.
Darling little Bozz-Bozz.
Gosh, it is good to be back home where life is normal again.
I have missed my boys so much, even Hammy!