Who's a pretty mare, then? He's sure acting like a girl, so we might as well start calling him one! Maybe I'll get him some of that pink sparkly hoof polish (yes, you really can get it, and no, I don't know anybody who does).
The Ent and I took Maxine out for her Saturday constitutional today and she squealed like a fan girl that had just spotted whoever is squee-worthy these days. High, breathy and a bit out of control.
"You big jessie!" I snorted in reply.
We hadn't even left the yard yet! He had barely left his own box.
Around the back way, stopping to touch the horse box (he was fine at that) then out towards the lane and another quivering soprano call that started out so high only dogs could hear it, and ended in a tremulous whimper.
"Max, you're being silly," the Ent tutted.
We pressed on with two objectives for Max: keep going, no eating.
After we got past the pigs and the pond field, his previous turn around point, we coaxed him on with the battle stone in mind. We stayed on the lane the whole way so as not to tempt Max with grazing material and he settled in eventually, still looking on fairly high alert, but moving forward consistently with no planting (there was a lot of planting at the beginning of the walk).
Our target reached, we turned for home, and the Ent and Max had two fairly long and well
controlled trots, side by each, while I dawdled behind, watching the two of them moving easily against a background of lush green fields and the vibrant yellow rapeseed that is starting to spring up everywhere. I picked some cow parsley to reward Max with when we got back to the yard.
I love the colours this time of year. Rolling hills of green and yellow everywhere I look, with the occasional purple of lavender crops, to be followed, later, by the scarlet of poppies.
We'll try again tomorrow, with just me and Fearless Max. It will be more challenging because he really seems to enjoy his double bodyguard. No point deciding it won't work before I try though, because I'm defeated before I begin.
The stitches are becoming more evident now, which must mean they're about to ping. I do hope once they've gone, we might see a little more improvement in Max's plumbing. He needs to get his mojo back.
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