All thoughts of a quiet evening on the helipad sipping batch 2 elderflower cordial were put on hold as it became apparent that our pocket rocket Trevor had abandoned Misty in the yard and was somewhere out there under a big blue sky.
Now he cannot do any real damage out on the common, and he is allowed to be there, but in order to have peace of mind and good relations with the militia who's ponies loiter amongst the gorse bushes I thought it best to get our little shitland back and help him come to terms with the fact that he is now a gelding, and any thoughts he had of making out with the local mares were just that.
I took three wolves with me, Spotty and Poppy were invited, Preston invited himself (there seems to be no stopping the ancient mutt) and thanks to my superior tracking skills (luck) we all ended up upwind of our prey and better still the dozy equine was lurking amongst some rocks which provided ample cover as we stalked.
Totally oblivious to what was about to happen Trevor dozed in the sunshine.
It was all over in seconds, I stepped out from behind the rocks and before you could say "Hello Trev" he was trussed up like a turkey and so began the long wrangle back down the slopes. He not happy at being "rescued" whinnied all the way home. Misty was happy to see him.
The militia's mares on the other hoof were glad to see the back of him again!
2 comments:
*Shakes my head* Poor you. From what I was reading it online it can take a few weeks to up to a year before a stallion settles down after gelding. Knowing Trevor it will be a year, and even then he might still run after the mares. At least the military can't hit you with any paternity suits :)
Kit
PS It might just be a power trip for Trevor as well.
A year!!!! Oh good grief!
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