Good morning all Its 8-10am Saturday the sun is shining, very little wind, the first day of spring, (though I don't feel any different) My job is getting to me, I think I have had enough of dealing with problem people. I have to fix fencing this morning then, when it gets warmer wash Stella and go over her with a fine tooth comb and the neem oil, now that has worked in keeping the no see ums from biting her. She has not had any sign of bites or ticks for the past couple of days but I have not been to close for that period so a surprise may be instore.
Her attitude is still good, I arrived home last night to find her and Kate in the top paddock, which is no mean feat as the taranaki gate was closed. Upon inspection it had been opened at the catch end and only enough for a horse to get through. For those that don't know what a taranaki gate is, it is a five or six strands of wire held together with fence battens fixed at one end with some form of catch at the other and stretched tight across the opening. Stella has learnt to hook the bottom with her hoof, pull it out of the catch and the gate falls. Then to step through the wires and onto the feed I did not want her to have.
Well Stella is being blamed for getting the gate open. Roslyn said Kate would not do such a thing, I responded with all the training she has given kate, and! Watching Stella demonstrate how to open such a gate Kate has not grasped the concept of opening a taranaki gate, she must be thick. Then the fight started. But hey she is a quarter horse while Stella has got all her intellergence from her breeding. A little bit of clydesdale and any thing else that could get through the gate
at the time her mother was eyeing up the boys or, perhaps she opend the gate or jumped the fence which is a popular term and pastime in this neck of the woods.
Back to the argument. Roslyn has taken humbridge at her horse, Kate, being referred to as of less smarts than Stella and is now going riding, knowing that I can not go. (now that hurts) But she will soon find I have swapped the irons off her fabtron saddle which were put on my tucker and have put them back onto her saddle.
Knowing my wife as I do every thing will be left to the last minute, A trait women suffer with, don't you think, and she will not have time to complain.
An old addage I live by. It does not matter if you lose the fight just make sure you win the war. Marriage!!
The NZ dictionary describes Marriage as: A battle man can not win. With that I will now go and watch her saddle Kate and offer advice on how to teach her to open Taranaki gates.
Then ill fix the fences and wash Stella.