Hoping in vain for some horse sense!
Mar 4 2009 Huddersfield Daily Examiner
The occasion of clipping, is just that, an occasion. I get roped in to help, holding the horses’ heads to be exact while she does the business.
The horses are clipped between their front legs and up the chest and the neck.
The first year we rolled out the extension cable and clipped them on the ménage. No, it’s not a cake, it’s a posh name for a training circle for the horses.
In our case it’s an over-posh term because the menage is not finished yet. It’s where we had the excavated debris spread from the casa (house) foundations. It’s flat and round and will be a menage when we can afford to finish it off. UK electrics work fine here, just swap the plugs or go to Wilko’s and buy some cheap adaptors.
We have four horses now but initially we had only two. Our lass said we needed more. I said no, so we got more.
This first clipping we only had Murphy and Rooni. All went well with Murph, which was surprising as he can be a bit nippy. Rooni, the older horse, was thought to be the more docile...ha!
The incident happened when our lass was crouched down trimming between Rooni’s front legs then, quick as lightning, bish-bash-bosh, out and back flicked Rooni’s front right leg, the clippers stopped buzzing, as they’d over-reached the extent of the cable and our lass was on her behind gasping for breath.
It was a straight red card offence!
Since then the horses have been clipped in the barn that I built ... oh yes, more of that another time.
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