We’ve just come back from a bit of excitement on at the field. Kath’s mum phoned us to say that our tup Brough had got into the field next to his with the 3 horses that are kept there and that he was trying to get back but they were chasing him and not letting him. We dashed on and things weren’t really quite as dramatic as Anne made it sound. Having said that all three horses – 2 cobs and a Shetland, are a bit of an unknown because they are fairly neglected. They’re fed and watered but nobody ever really spends any time with them and they don’t know any manners at all. Being in the field with them therefore isn’t the most comfortable experience even when you’re used to horses.
Brough was indeed in the wrong field. He’d hopped the fence – looking at the state of the fence, he’d only just managed to hop the fence and the top wire had taken quite a hammering in the process. The biggest of the horses had lost interest in him and came over the see if we might be more interesting, we were because we had a food bucket. The other one was closer to Brough but grazing and then there was the Shetland pony. It’s only young and it bites, we know that from experience. It had Brough trapped by the wall to the next field on (which is where our ewes are) and it seemed that Brough was hiding behind a hawthorn tree. The horses were easily distracted with food – Kath sprinkled a bit on the floor and the Shetland came bombing up the hill at quite an alarming rate and then stopped at the food. I did wonder if it also kicks. It seems it does kick sheep. Brough has a pretty large graze on his head which I suspect is from the pony. It’s about the height it would kick. I don’t think it’s bad and it might knock some sense into Brough.
Luckily the pony doesn’t kick people, at least not when there is food to be had.
With the horses occupied Brough dared come out but he didn’t really want to go back to his field, he really wanted to get into the field with the ladies – obviously. It took a couple of attempts to get him going in the right direction but evenutally we got our positions right, blocked his way to the ewes and he trotted back to his field. We’re going to have to move him further away from the ewes but we couldn’t get close to him this evening. We’ll try catch him tomorrow – although I suspect he’ll have another go at getting across the fields. I hope the horses don’t let him, ideally without completely kicking his head in!