“I used to be indecisive but now I am not quite sure” – Tommy Cooper

This morning I brought Albie back to this stable because his gait is slightly pottery.  Newt came too as a companion but once he was indoors, he then persecuted Albie, getting him a corner and kicking the shit out of him. I was furious and quickly split them up.

Newt went back to the field. While I left Albie with food and painkillers to eat, I went and got Waffle instead.

Waffle said he would be kind.  Newt obviously had the devil in him.

I could see that no one was really eating anything – soaked hay and soaked fibre block.

So I spent time brushing and chatting to them.

It was easy to see they weren’t happy inside.

This afternoon, I spoke to Daisy and we decided to go for the middle ground – put them both back out in the field but Albie should have daily painkillers. Obviously, I am obsessed with colic and not eating is the quickest route to this.  The field is not rich in grass – more old fibrous stuff – so we will see how Albie gets on. He desperately needs his hooves trimming and I am hoping his bad gait is due to this more than anything else.  I noticed when I led him over that he was not slow or refusing to walk, which makes me think that a trim will sort him out.

So that’s what I did as the sun was setting.  Led them back to the field.

Instantly Waffle and Albie cheered up and started eating.

And I am still not talking to Newt.