The problem with girls

 This is our handsome lad Chester, a thoroughbred who is a very calm docile boy, and this is him yesterday morning mooning over Misty our little shitland mare. They seem to have a thing going on despite the fact there is about 4 foot height difference and Chester being gelded has no thing to be getting on with.
The two of them spent all of yesterday sharing grass and sunshine and all was well with Chester's world. Until he decided to follow Misty as she wended her way down the bonsai mountain to the hayledge bale. Chester being 4x her size probably should  have thought twice 2x about this but as he has 10x less brain than a rocking horse and as love is blind he mistook the small narrow impossible for anything except a demented shitland to negotiate path as the only way down. Unfortunately he very quickly discovered another way down. Gravity. Slipping on the rocks where the cliff starts he fell, his fall broken by a stock fence which included two strands of barbed wire. Caught up to his chest he somehow managed to clamber back up the rocks to a dirt ledge which was where he was found.

 Unable to go forward due to a fallen tree and empty space, unable to go back because of free fall and wire he waited patiently for his humans to recognise his plight, stop what they were doing (gardening remember?) and find a way out for him. Luckily this didn't involve chainsaws, fire brigades or helicopters but it did involve a lot of trust, some luck and loads of effort from all three of us.

Luck was on his side, as were many of the cuts, he has some deeper ones on his back right leg but a quick visit from the vet (well we miss them, they haven't been here for so long!) who gave him some anti inflammatory meds and anti biotics and we were a lot better. I say we because I think we were more shocked by it all than Chester who calmly ate through the whole aftermath. Misty struck a few provocative poses for him but he wisely ignored her and got stuck in to dinner.