This Ferdinand moment is Mathilda grazing on her own in a little temporary pen we roped off in the corner of the pasture. One step closer to letting her out on her own, which is one step closer to resuming what used to pass for my life. We dug up a hank of old uncharged, braided, electric mesh. Years ago, we would turn Mathilda & Previous Horse out on the front lawn to mow the new grass. This lasted until PH had a Thoroughbred moment, began to channel voices, and trotted right through the fence and down the driveway. So we knew that a) she was used to it & b) in the event of a crisis, the rope would break. This lovely state of affairs lasted ~25 minutes until she used the rope to scratch her butt, threatening to take down the whole works. From this, we divined that yesterday’s application of medicated cream had dried & was itchy, Hubby hosed her off. I stood on roll prevention patrol until she was dry. Sigh.
Any progress to report on your end?