Benny Hill is about right, the music would have fit!Nobody stung at your end, I hope? I have to say the whole thing sounds a bit Benny Hill...
There’s swarms of them, some nights it’s a gauntlet to dash through into the stables and I’ll still swat a dozen off me.He is a dude. It's lovely to hear that you are getting on so well.
The horse flies - how bad are they? I have never seen as many as this year, and they are enormous, too. They leave great smears of blood when I whap them. Vile things.
Bless his wee heart.What an honest lad he is!The rock star does it again
Very first lap on the lunge with pad and surcingle
And quickly progressed to long lines, this was after about 3-4 minutesNiko lunging
youtube.com
Some wobbly figure 8’s and a couple of sticky bits on the turns but no dramas! I really can’t wait to be riding him, in a couple of years we’ll be off exploring the worldNiko long lines
youtube.com
Oh dear, sounds like he's channelling Ramsey - rug ripper extraordinaire!Niko has both grown out of, and trashed, his 4 week old fly rug! The neck was in shreds last night, I'm guessing he got it caught on whichever post he was scratching on. He's going to have to lump it for a bit though, I'll patch it up and hopefully can make it last till it cools off enough that he can have the waterproof one back on (that I bought 2 weeks before that one). because I'll be broke at the rate he's going through them.
I normally blame Hank for the rips but he’s muzzled so definitely not this time, unless there was a rearing tussle and Hank got a leg in it (entirely plausible!)Oh dear, sounds like he's channelling Ramsey - rug ripper extraordinaire!
I stitch those by hand too, occasionally with a pair of pliers! They’re much easier now than the old canvas ones were but those rarely ripped!The one good thing about fly rugs, is that you can stitch them up yourself. My nightmare was the winter rugs.
Haha brilliant!Funny story. In the early days, I had a spell of going up on winter mornings and finding Ramsey unrugged, with the rug lying half undone on the ground. I presumed it was some nasty person with a grudge. One day I happened to go back to the gate after turning him out. Cassie, a retired racehorse, and field boss, was diligently undoing the front buckle (old new Zealand type rug), with his teeth, while Ramsey stood patiently, then walked out of the rug, leaving it on the ground.