Evil little thing, purely by accident she pulled a cross tie screw out of a tree that was not much of a challenge since the tree is pretty punky.....and then just stood there..." Hmmmm, that was interesting, can't wait to try that again" she pondered when returned to her stall......
She got her opportunity the next day....Back in the crossties, a sturdier anchored set, she measures and CALCULATES ( damn, she's better at that than I am!) Twisting her head side to side.....rocks forward.....rocks back. Then she gets a bit antsy....doing the math I suppose. Then she positions herself....and rears. The lead is still attached, Steven is nearby, watching and pulls her down "NO!"....she just looks at him.....She tried, with the same results, and eventually, successfully, snaps a metal clip. What does she do then? She stands there. Looks at us as if to say "ha ha ha, I knew I could do it"....doesn't even try to get away.....The wench!
I called Robin, explained what she'd been doing, having my own idea already, but asking HER opinion...which counts for ALOT here.....after all: she's 'wild' not a domestic.....they could be very different approaches. We thought alike: "shank her".
Next day, I am at work having shown Steven the shank extension and how to use it...He later told me it was employed 3 times, each application a little stronger than the previous, and the third time she went high enuf to nearly pull the lead from his hand, she failed.........and the drama has yet to repeat itself....Crossing hooves.
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