Cannonball with rug

Just a quick note in case there are some after effects of today's episode.

The day started with much rain and was on the cool side. We turned out the boys as usual early in the morning, about 7-ish. I sent 'Mr F' out with his rug with it being wet and also quite breezy. Looking at the weather forecast on my phone it didn't look like it would improve anytime during the day.

'Jackie' and I agreed to have a quick check on the boys at lunch time. If they were fed up with it and waiting at the gate they could come in. It would also safe the field from being turfed up now that the ground was soft.

I had to attend some errands in the morning and it seemed that suddenly the temperature had dropped. At 11:20 I made my way up to the boys, I had to drive past there anyway to get to my next location of work. As I drove  up to 'Hill Farm' I could from a distance see the three running around. 'Aha, looks like they are cold and fed up. No food either, all haylage wet on the ground. Best get them in before they turf up the field even more.'

When I pull up in the yard they are still charging about along the bottom fence. As they see me they come to the gate. I quickly went to let 'Jackie' know that I was here to take them in, she was busy working in the barns and with the lambing. As I got back outside I saw all three charge all the way up to the top of the field. When 'Mr F', now at the top of the field, saw me come to the get he made a lunatic, wild charge all the way downhill. I have never seen  him gallop like that. All I saw was a ball with fabric flapping in the wind with a head but it was as though he had no legs! With much nickering - 'At last! You're here! Take me indoors now, please! I am hungry.' - and a little huffing and puffing he came to a halt right in front of me. "You fool!" is all I had to say. I was amazed that he didn't slip or fall in the mud having to pull the breaks downhill.

Glad I have done all the walking with him lately ... seems to have built up his muscles quite well to do this hellbent gallop.

I brought them all in one by one, dripping with water, they made straight for their haylage. 'Mr F' looked quite smug as I leave to get back to work.

When I return he still has that pleased look on his face. On top of that, all his body language tells me that he expects some form of entertainment. 'Are we going for a walk again?' - 'No, not in this rain, I am not interested. You may have a waterproof rug but I didn't bring mine.' - 'What about food then?' - 'When I have made myself a cup of tea, be patient.' - 'Carrots?' - 'NO. Btw, if you can gallop like you did earlier without coming out of the field lame, you may well be ridden again.' 

'Mr F' has been doing plenty of fooling around outside lately. Whatever was wrong in his leg seems to have healed or almost healed.

I shall see what he is like in the morning ...