“You really have to value the people who are prepared to get ‘down and dirty’ with you”….
The winter turnout field is well and truly wrecked. That’s the whole idea but, even so, there came a point when I decided I would have to move the horses and improvise. My land is on a hill and it gets very soft in the winter which can be dangerous if the boys ‘kick off’, which also creates one hell of a mess for me to repair. So turning out in normal size paddocks isn’t really an option for a couple of months which is one of the reasons I had an outdoor turnout arena built.
This year, however, I hatched a cunning plan to enable the horses to have access to grass without wrecking my fields or hurting themselves pretty much every day of the year. There are always a few parts of any field where the ground is dry’ish, so (at great expense, virtually a mortgage job) I bought state-of-the-art electric corral fencing kit (well, two in fact) which takes minutes to put up or move, and has a built in power supply.
Needing a Master’s Degree to work it out (instructions in German) we are now in business! So, until the worst of the weather is over, the boys can have half a day’s turnout stuffing themselves on plentiful grass and let off steam and have a roll in the turnout area first.
Managing the mud also requires another job, field mats. They are so incredibly useful; I am a great fan. I have them in the gateways, in front of troughs and on the places the horses like to dig and roll. So today, the muckiest job of all was on the list which involved moving mats from the trashed field, to make a walk-way to the field the boys are moving to with their corrals.
I thought that as we had a hard frost it might be easier to peel the mats off the ground (which proved correct) but I hadn’t banked on the mud and pooh being frozen to the mats. Assisted by Clare (girl Friday, occasional groom, house sitter and strimming queen), we both got plain filthy lifting and shaking the mats, poking mud and pooh out of the holes (which was melting fast) and dragging the mats into and out of the little trailer on the back of the quad bike. Total yuck! You really have to value the people who are prepared to get ‘down and dirty’ with you. Here’s to you, Clare!
A woman’s work is never done!
Oh, and there was the weekly job of emptying and cleaning the hay steamer afterwards, as well!