My neighbors still will not get those pseudo-"geldings" out of that pasture! I'm convinced now that one of them was not gelded properly. I have asked them again and again to please move them. They're beginning to get annoyed with me because I'm evidently implying that their horses aren't worth anything because I don't want a foal like them.
HELLO!? Ugh! One is so aggressive it's not even worth trying to get near him, the other is so scared of people he will strike out or bite if you get too close to him. Their sire is somewhere on the thousand acres these people own. I asked them if they knew what pasture he was in, they said "Well, he's out there somewhere!" *laughter* They way they talk about this guy and where he might be, he might able up into the pasture next to my broodmares that is only separated from the cow pasture by a board fence any moment.
I'm in Georgia, is there an ordinance or law that says they are responsible if anything happens? I'm going out to document what we've done fence wise today, and writing down everything that has happened. I have four mares, two open. The two that are in foal are 20 (they act and look 6) and one has a filly at her side. I am very worried about this, mostly because of how little they have told me and what they have told me has not been good.
The aggressive gelding actually tried to climb over the cow wire and barbed wire fence on the side away from us to get a passing rider's mare. There are boarders out past us, and they ride by that paddock, they're considering moving if something isn't done.
I have offered to have my vet come and look at the geldings and stallion (if they could find him) and let me pay for the whole thing. I've strengthened their fences so now we have barbed wire/cow wire and then 4 strands of electric about 2 inches in front of that. I have told them I would be more than happy to help them sell them and even trailer them to their new owners. I offered to start them on ground work (which they have had none of, I don't even know how halter broke they are) but they would only accept an offer breaking them, which I do not have the time or experience for.
Last week they were talking about how well behaved and shaped my horses are, and how sweet they were. I asked them how they knew, because I they had never been around them to know knowledge. Turns out, they waited till I was gone ("We didn't want to bother you") and walked down there to "play" with the foal and the other horses. Boss Lady bit their 14 year old granddaughter, so they're convinced she's a maniac (Boss got a carrot for that, hehe). What got me was, I often walk into the trailer and find things out of order. Halters are missing that I know I haven't used, only to turn up hanging on the rack the next day. Saddle pads will leave, and I swear to you one turned back up next to our creek with motor oil on it. I've had a few western bits disappear and not return. I've started locking the trailer, but I can't keep them from walking down there.
This second rant was started by all of the actions above, and one today that was so completely out of line I had to leave. I drive up and I notice Pi and Maverick (both big sweet geldings) are not there to greet me as they always are. I figure something has happened to one and the other is sticking near his buddy, so I go to searching the pasture. Out of my woods comes the 14 year old granddaughter on Mav bareback with a halter looking like she was going to fall off leading Pi, also in a halter, with a girl would couldn't have been 6 on him. These are both tall geldings, 16.1 or 2. The youngest one had her hands buried in Pi's mane, holding on like there was no tomorrow. The 14 year old was kicking Mav (slowest creature on the face of the earth, all he does is walk) trying to get him to run and I think managed to make him sore on his sides. Pi and Mav see me and, being the good horses they are, walk straight to me despite her pulling on his reins hard to get him to turn. I tell the guys to stop about 40 ft from me and yell at the girls to go home now and that I would be calling their parents later. They jump off and run back to their house, presumably, as fast as they can. My guys walked up to me, lowered their heads for the halters, then took off to eat.
I called their parents and told them what happened. Their response? "Oh, but she was TRAINING them! She saw how slow that black one was and just knew she could help!" I actually choked on my words. "Excuse me? Training? Ma'am, she's 14 years old and has managed to bruise my gelding's ribs because she was kicking so hard. If she had picked another horse in my herd, she may well have sustained serious injury." "But she was TRAINING them! You're only 17!" "Yes ma'am, but there's a large difference between those with some experience and horse sense and a kid who thinks ponies are cute and pink." "But she was TRAINING them!" This went on for 15 minutes before I gave up and told her to keep a leash on her granddaughters.
I really don't want to get the authorities involved, any advice? Thank you all, and sorry for the rant. And my apologies to any pony owners who put pink stuff on them I offended Wink