Yes, the colt broke the trailer today.  Somehow, he decided he needed to be on the other side of the trailer neck hitch thing – I’ve changed the panels around, and we’re parking the trailer behind the barn now – so I’ve got this little isolation stall  . . . with a trailer in the middle of it.  And grass, grass growing terribly long. So I put Jetta in it for a while the other day, hoping he’d eat it down, which she hasn’t.  So I put the colt in it today.  He was content enough with the grass.  Until he got on the wrong side of the trailer neck.

I guess he tried stepping over it and caught his foot in the  break cable.  He didn’t panic.  He made very little noise.  But I guess he pulled the cable out and severed all the connections.  So now we have a trailer to fix.

This wasn’t what I was going to write about.  Oh, and I’ve been feeding Stan’s pony and filly.  Which has been fun. But I wasn’t going to write about that, either.  

I’m writing about a sweet thing I saw the other day.  I don’t remember seeing any of my five horses every actually grooming each other.  Maybe once.  Maybe  Zi and Jetta, years ago.   But just a couple of days ago, I was working in the arena and I turned around, and there were Hickory and Dustin, head to withers, grooming each other.  I think this is the passing of the alpha.   I would never have expected to see Dustin peacefully paired with anybody.  But I’ve seen the colt eating next to him- carefully.  And now this.  It was pretty amazing.