Barney's Blog

Writing on the hoof...

Evening everyone,

Well, what a funny old week I’ve had...

It started when Phil, the farmer, decided he needed to worm his sheep. Don’t ask me for the full, gory details. I don’t want to think about it – turns my stomach.

Anyway, it meant I got kicked out of my field and stuck in the bloody horse-walker. It’s a strange contraption – you just go round and round, over and over again, in a big metal cage thingy. What’s the point of that? You can’t even have a pick of grass while you’re doing it.

It’s like a human getting stuck in one of those revolving doors for ages. You wouldn’t like that, would you? No, you wouldn’t. Needless to say, I was having none of it – I had a good buck and a kick to let the humans know I wasn’t happy and ended up upsetting some horses being ridden in the arena.

They’re easily spooked some of the young ‘uns but I’m not bothered. They've got to toughen up.

On a more pleasant note, I had my feet trimmed during the week by the human farrier, named Ross. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt a bit – in fact, I quite like it.

Just like humans having their fingernails cut, it’s important that it gets done. When they’re living in the wild, horses don’t need their hooves trimming, but that’s not the case for us domesticated horses.

You see, hooves play a crucial part in a horse’s health, helping with weight distribution and circulation, so they have to be kept balanced. How often they need trimming can vary with different horses but, with me being a celebrity and having to be careful with my image, I go in for a trim fairly regularly.

A lot of humans don’t realise that a horse’s hooves grow at different rates, depending on the seasons. They grow faster between May and September, and slower from October to April. There you go – I told you this blog would be educational, didn't I?

Mind you, I don’t know any horses that get their hooves done half as often as some of the female humans round here get their nails done. And they get them painted all kinds of ridiculous colours too. What’s that all about? Imagine me running round my field in glittery pink or luminous green hooves! I’d never live it down.

Anyway, suffice to say my hooves are nice and tidy again. It would have been very pleasant getting them seen to – apart from having to listen to the farrier human, Ross, whining on about his sore finger. He’s got a bit of an infection in a cut, but you’d honestly think he was in need of major surgery the way he was going on. He wants to try being gelded – see how that feels!

Anyway, my lovelies, lots of love and stay safe.

 

 

 

 

Writing on the hoof…

Evening everyone,

Well, what a funny old week I’ve had...

It started when Phil, the farmer, decided he needed to worm his sheep. Don’t ask me for the full, gory details. I don’t want to think about it – turns my stomach.

Anyway, it means I got kicked out of my field and stuck in the bloody horse-walker. It’s a strange contraption – you just go round and round, over and over again, in a metal cage. What’s the point of that? You can’t even have a pick of grass while you’re doing it.

It’s like a human getting stuck in one of those revolving doors for ages. You wouldn’t like that, would you? No, you wouldn’t. Needless to say, I was having none of it – I had a good buck and a kick to let the humans know I wasn’t happy and ended up upsetting some horses being ridden in the arena.

They’re easily spooked some of the young ‘uns but I’m not bothered.

On a more pleasant note, I had my feet trimmed during the week by the human farrier, named Ross. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt a bit – in fact, I quite like it.

Just like humans having their fingernails cut, it’s important that it gets done. When they’re living in the wild, horses don’t need their hooves trimming, but that’s not the case for us domesticated horses.

You see, hooves play a crucial part in a horse’s health, helping with weight distribution and circulation, so they have to be kept balanced. How often they need trimming can vary with different horses but, with me being a celebrity and having to be careful with my image, I go in for a trim fairly regularly.

A lot of humans don’t realise that a horse’s hooves grow at different rates, depending on the seasons. They grow faster between May and September, and slower from October to April. There you go – I told you this blog would be educational.

Mind you, I don’t know any horses that get their hooves done half as often as some of the female humans get their nails done. And they get them painted all kinds of ridiculous colours too. What’s that all about? Imagine me running round my field in glittery pink or luminous green hooves! I’d never live it down.

Anyway, suffice to say my hooves are nice and tidy again. It would have been very pleasant getting them seen to – apart from having to listen to the farrier human, Phil, whining on about his sore finger. He’s got a bit of an infection in a cut, but you’d honestly think he was in need of major surgery the way he was going on. He wants to try being gelded – see how that feels!

Anyway, my lovelies, lots of love and stay safe.

 

 

Evening everyone,

Well, what a funny old week I’ve had...

It started when Phil, the farmer, decided he needed to worm his sheep. Don’t ask me for the full, gory details. I don’t want to think about it – turns my stomach.

Anyway, it means I got kicked out of my field and stuck in the bloody horse-walker. It’s a strange contraption – you just go round and round, over and over again, in a metal cage. What’s the point of that? You can’t even have a pick of grass while you’re doing it.

It’s like a human getting stuck in one of those revolving doors for ages. You wouldn’t like that, would you? No, you wouldn’t. Needless to say, I was having none of it – I had a good buck and a kick to let the humans know I wasn’t happy and ended up upsetting some horses being ridden in the arena.

They’re easily spooked some of the young ‘uns but I’m not bothered.

On a more pleasant note, I had my feet trimmed during the week by the human farrier, named Ross. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt a bit – in fact, I quite like it.

Just like humans having their fingernails cut, it’s important that it gets done. When they’re living in the wild, horses don’t need their hooves trimming, but that’s not the case for us domesticated horses.

You see, hooves play a crucial part in a horse’s health, helping with weight distribution and circulation, so they have to be kept balanced. How often they need trimming can vary with different horses but, with me being a celebrity and having to be careful with my image, I go in for a trim fairly regularly.

A lot of humans don’t realise that a horse’s hooves grow at different rates, depending on the seasons. They grow faster between May and September, and slower from October to April. There you go – I told you this blog would be educational.

Mind you, I don’t know any horses that get their hooves done half as often as some of the female humans get their nails done. And they get them painted all kinds of ridiculous colours too. What’s that all about? Imagine me running round my field in glittery pink or luminous green hooves! I’d never live it down.

Anyway, suffice to say my hooves are nice and tidy again. It would have been very pleasant getting them seen to – apart from having to listen to the farrier human, Phil, whining on about his sore finger. He’s got a bit of an infection in a cut, but you’d honestly think he was in need of major surgery the way he was going on. He wants to try being gelded – see how that feels!

Anyway, my lovelies, lots of love and stay safe.