Immortalised!

Sorry, the Dobbin thing is dragging on a bit, isn't it.  Will try to be succinct. 

Immortalised Day Two at The High Chaparral again began with vacuum extraction of daughter from pit.  Husband took her on his cross country route then went to work.  Jubilant call to tell me how much quicker it was.  Enters into long string of directions.  Mentally shut down as know I'm in a motorway mood today.  But this is what you've been waiting for . . . the arrival of Immortalised in his air conditioned horse Hilton.  No clattering old box trailing straw for this lad, oh no, just the very best.  This picture is not the stallion himself but he looks very much like this Johnnie Depp of the horse world.  But his behaviour, oh my . . .

Blast down the motorways to reach the stud at 5pm precisely, just hate being late.  Holed up in Megane in yard surrounded by monstrous farm machinery (which doesn't affect me in the same way as the monster trucks of yesterday).  Spot daughter finishing mucking out a stable.  Hasn't complained to the Management so why won't she muck out her own room?  Anyway, wait for her to gather her stuff and as she approaches the car, brace myself for the odour aura.  We're all meant to have an auric field, do you think this is where the horse smells are lodged?  Just a thought. 

Daughter arrives at car and perches on seat to remove wellies before entering car.  Partially trained then?  She's quite effervescent and has obviously had an exciting day.  She tells me about the Bad Boy, Immortalised.  There had been an 'incident'.  The lad had tried to get at the mare daughter was  Rearing stallion leading.  He's big, he's strong and he ain't standing no messin'.  Daughter chuffed because Yard Manager and Stud owner tell her she instinctively knew what to do.  Keep the back end of the mare facing the stallion so no eye contact but don't turn YOUR back on the charging beast.  I'd have been locked in the car in under 30 seconds.  This massive beast was rearing up and generally having a testosterone moment (if horses have that!)  Several ropes were attached to him to try to stop his behaviour.  The mental image created put me in mind of tethering a hot air balloon, although I guess that would be far less dangerous.  The mare tried to kick him but he's valuable and not allowed to be kicked.  He tried to kick her.  Eventually he was brought under control and escorted, under guard, to his stable.  Perhaps he wasn't impressed with the grade of straw.  The lad was back in the cooler until tomorrow . . . 

PS – Daughter informs me she mucked out eight stables during the day.  Will have to ask the Yard Manager what words she used in the hope that the Black Hole will be mucked out one day.

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