Farrier

I did try her barefoot.  The yielding thud of bare hoof on ground was such a relief to hear.  However, the fields on the island are usually wet and quaggy so hooves become too soft to walk on the rough, gravelly road, (which is necessary to get anywhere horse-friendly).

So my girl was re-shod.

It was with a heavy heart that I led her back to the field,  dragging lumps of shiny, metal attached to her big saucers.  She quickly got used to it again though and very healthy hooves she has, according to the farrier.  She has benefited from getting out more to the lovely Colonsay beaches.

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Farrier’s Coming

The farrier’s coming, the farrier’s coming,

Gather the horses and ride round the island!

Hay nets and buckets and lead ropes and collars,

Bring me the next one!’ the farrier hollers.

Isn’t she good – she stands like a trooper,’

Don’t speak too soon!!!  I’ll get the poop scooper.

Pullers and clinchers and anvils and hammers,

‘I got kicked in the balls!’ the farrier stammers.

Loose shoes or lost shoes or overgrown hooves,

We must don our logistical caps and move,

‘Cause the farrier’s coming, the farrier’s coming,

Gather the horses and ride round the island!

By boat, by plane, whichever gets in.

‘Perhaps we’ll go barefoot,’ I say with a grin!

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