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So what happened here, then?!! Five broken fences and a lot of broken skin…


Wednesday, August 2nd, 2023 | Filed under Dalton




I was grooming Dalton and noticed broken skin on his neck, and I immediately knew he had gotten into something…

And, as you do, while grabbing the salves and antiseptics, I ran through my mind all the possibilities…

(My mind…) “OK, well, I did open the gates to the upper fields but I haven’t even seen him up there… well maybe something scared him up there and he ran through something… I better go up there right away and check it out… but there’s nothing up there that would make this kind of mark…  hey, wait a minute… that’s not a mark, it is a BITE!!  Wait… did a dog get him?  No, too high… a mountain lion?  No, no claw marks… and his flymask, where is his flymask?!…  Uh…Oh, now I remember… I opened the gate between Finn/Missy Miss & Mo… Ahhh, the plot thickens.  These are teeth marks of an equine!  This is either Finn or Mo… and by the height, I think know this was MO!”

I started doctoring Dalton’s wounds and thought… Wait a minute… these are BITES!

The spots were all the same shape… six marks – exactly like the front teeth of an equine.

MY PHOTO INVESTIGATION

Immediately, I went into the field between Finn/Missy Miss & Mo and Dalton.  Yes, I had opened the gate and yes, there were FIVE FENCE BOARDS BROKEN.  Oy.  And Aha!  There is Dalton’s flymask, on the ground in the middle.

So, someone, probably Finn, got Dalton by the flymask, held him, and let Mo bite Dalton all over (they don’t like other boys eyeing their mare).

I’m sure Dalton ran up and down the fence, everyone breaking the boards as they went.

Sigh.

I shut the gate to the in-between pasture and will have the guys fix the fences next time they come.

At least no one got hurt.

…Except the fences.

Here we have Finn, Missy Miss and Mo, innocently standing under their shelter.

I call to them and say, “Hey, how did all of these fences break, eh?!” They came over, through the in-between pasture with the newly opened gate, to explain…

It wasn’t us!! (Mo, Missy Miss and Finn)

Dalton, with fresh cream on all of his wounds, begged to differ.

This is just one of the broken fence boards. Besides not wanting them to break any more fences, these were sharp and I needed them out of that pasture.

As I console Dalton, Mo, Missy Miss and Finn inspect their handiwork.

After I secured the Terrible Trio back into their paddock, I found Dalton’s fly mask – on their side of the fence. Clearly, someone had hold of his fly mask and someone else took advantage and bit Dalton all over.   Case closed.

 

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Frenemies no more! Dalton and Dominic make up.






Yesterday, I had guys here working on the fencing (always…).

As sometimes happens with so many interlocking gates, someone enters one way and exits another – and leaves a gate open.

Yup, that happened yesterday.

After the guys left, I walked outside to do something, and I noticed that Dalton was loose.  He was walking up the driveway, just checking things out.

I ran inside to get my boots so I could grab him… and when I came back out, I saw this:

What am I seeing?! Is that Dalton and Dominic…grooming?! I thought they hated each other?!

Frenemies no more!

I FOUND THE OPEN GATE.

I decided to let them have their time together while I looked for the open gate.  I found it and closed it.

Then I went back inside.

After a while, Dalton was done grooming Dominic.  He looked up and saw me at the house.  And then, I couldn’t believe it, he ran up to the house and actually walked right up the concrete steps and onto the porch!!

What horse does this?!

By this time, I had already gotten back into my comfy flip-flops so I had to quickly ask him to WHOA! and then I ran inside to get my boots – again.

I swear, he waited for me on the porch!  What horse does this?

I got some cookies and had him follow me (because I didn’t have a halter handy) right back into his paddock.  I shut his paddock gate.

As soon as Dalton finished his cookies, he ran around up his paddock, through the arena, through the arena gate, up the hill, into the upper pasture and around to the llama (now unused chicken coop) shelter to the previously opened gate.  It was shut because I had shut it a half hour ago.

Dalton was devastated.

I will let him visit his friend again today…

Dalton, incredibly disappointed at the now closed gate near the llama pen.




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