Last night the farrier came. (Finally! It's like pulling teeth to find someone available out here, and it isn't because the horses are badly behaved, either!) The whole herd was way overdue for a trim. Lace had a nasty split, and they were all longer in the toes than I like. I dashed home from work to change and head out to the farm to catch them all before he arrived. It seems to be a rule when waiting farriers or vets that if you're ready for them to arrive, all horses caught, tied, and calm, they're late. If, on the other hand, the sheep have escaped, the dog is chasing them through the garden, and the horses are doing loops in the pasture with big google-y eyes because they spotted something suspicious across the fence at the neighbor's, then the vet/farrier will be early.
Thankfully, last night we were prepared, so the sheep stayed put and the horses were well-behaved. P-B was a star - for him - and only snorted a couple of times and fidgeted a tiny bit. Not too shabby, and with that to build on, I bet next time will be even better.
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