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Who'd have 'em?
Benny's going into the field with the others tomorrow, for the first time, and I thought I'd try to stop GB from immediately going for his throat by letting them see more of each other overnight. I swapped the stables around so that Benny is now next to GB, with the grill between them so that the can bump noses, and moved Bugsy down to the end.
This afternoon, I went to get them in. I should have known it'd be a pain when I found Benny standing in the muck skip (no idea what he was doing in there. The only thing remotely edible would have been a few wisps of hay with duck poo on them), but he did at least manage to get himself out with no problems.
When I went into the field, GB and Bugsy were charging around like idiots, having a go at each other. Sigh. I've been bringing them in the long way around -- past the school and along the road -- because of the mess that Benny's made in the stableyard (and because of the temporary fence). We got as far as the school before Bugsy reared, which made GB rear, and off they ran down the road to stop outside the stableyard gate and look a bit confused.
(This set off the mares, who were already unsettled because their new friend was missing, which added to the fun and games and made Benny start getting nervous as well.)
I went and grabbed the boys and took them into the stableyard, where GB took one look at Benny's head sticking out of Bugsy's stable and started fretting so much that I just shoved him in his stable while I got Bugsy ready for bed. I tried getting GB back out to get him sorted out, but he immediately started trying to tow me across to Bugsy so I gave up and sorted him out inside instead.
GB then spent the next hour shouting, with occasional counterpoint from one of the mares, but he seems to have settled down now. I hope. I'll go and check him in a bit: hopefully he didn't work himself up enough to get his rug sweaty, because we're in for a bitterly cold night.
I dread to think what kind of a state GB's stable will be in tomorrow, but I hope that he does at least make some effort to make friends withBilly Benny!
This afternoon, I went to get them in. I should have known it'd be a pain when I found Benny standing in the muck skip (no idea what he was doing in there. The only thing remotely edible would have been a few wisps of hay with duck poo on them), but he did at least manage to get himself out with no problems.
When I went into the field, GB and Bugsy were charging around like idiots, having a go at each other. Sigh. I've been bringing them in the long way around -- past the school and along the road -- because of the mess that Benny's made in the stableyard (and because of the temporary fence). We got as far as the school before Bugsy reared, which made GB rear, and off they ran down the road to stop outside the stableyard gate and look a bit confused.
(This set off the mares, who were already unsettled because their new friend was missing, which added to the fun and games and made Benny start getting nervous as well.)
I went and grabbed the boys and took them into the stableyard, where GB took one look at Benny's head sticking out of Bugsy's stable and started fretting so much that I just shoved him in his stable while I got Bugsy ready for bed. I tried getting GB back out to get him sorted out, but he immediately started trying to tow me across to Bugsy so I gave up and sorted him out inside instead.
GB then spent the next hour shouting, with occasional counterpoint from one of the mares, but he seems to have settled down now. I hope. I'll go and check him in a bit: hopefully he didn't work himself up enough to get his rug sweaty, because we're in for a bitterly cold night.
I dread to think what kind of a state GB's stable will be in tomorrow, but I hope that he does at least make some effort to make friends with
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