This morning when I got up the sun was out, weather forecast said it was going to stay that way for the day so I whipped everyone's rugs off and got snap happy.
Now before I launch in to photos I will also tell you about the other, less happy event of the day.
You see, one of Flirt's "uncle" horses is my TB gelding, Hugo. He's a wonderful babysitter and Flirt truly enjoys sharing a paddock with him. Hugo also has a "boyfriend", Phoenix. Now, Phoenix is not so tolerant and can be quite boisterous so has been a different paddock.
So, Flirt, Hugo and Phoenix have been sharing a fence line for weeks now. I've often seen Flirt and Phoenix playing over the fence, sometimes even sharing nap time. All has been well and Phoenix has shown no sign of aggression towards the little fella at all.
This morning I though I would let the lovers (Phoenix and Hugo) have a little playtime together. I weighed the options and truly and honestly thought that Phoenix would be fine to spend a little time in the same paddock with Hugo and Flirt.
I was wrong.
Everything started well. I watched over them, they all sniffed and played and everything was going great. This went on for probably 15 or 20 minutes, me snapping photos, them gallivanting around like loons.
I have no idea what set him off, or why, but Phoenix turned on Flirt. This was my warning...
Not 10 seconds later Phoenix had run Flirt straight in to that fence. Flirt was hung up by his back legs, on the other side. I had a split second of standing, rooted to the spot, thinking what the hell do I even do? Flirt kicked himself free and took off around that paddock in the background (not mine by the way!)
Regaining my senses, I grabbed his halter and trekked over to him, all the time thinking "oh crap, he's never going to let me catch him...how much damage has he done to those legs...PHOENIX YOU *$#^%!@!!" over and over again. I walked about halfway over to him and called to him. My sweet, wonderful, champion stopped in his tracks, turned and came straight to me. (I'll admit here that this is when the tears started.)
By some miracle, Flirt has just a few places with a little skin off. I have no idea how, but I am so unbelievably thankful!
So, lesson learned. Phoenix is back in his paddock and will under no circumstances ever share a paddock with Flirt. I am so angry at him, but so angry at myself at the same time for letting it happen!
Anyway, with that out of the way, here's some pictures of the beautiful boy before his ordeal. He's pushing 16hh at not quite 21 months old :O
He's now snuggled up, back in his rug, sharing Nippa's yard for the night so I can make sure nothing is going to swell up overnight and cause trouble.