I wish I had got my phone out last night.
Sid has been breaking and entering into the fine dining area in the centre of the field. Christine texted me at about 1530 to say she was out for an evening in London but had fed the horses and barricaded Sid into the track. At about 1700 one of my livery mates texted to say he'd just broken in.
I went over and found poles, cones and blocks all scattered, gate open and Sid happily munching. I got him out, strengthened the barricade and left. As I went up my drive I heard a clunk from the field and yes, guess what?
Back I went and reset the barricade. I also got the energiser out and added zap. Then I watched and waited. Sid gave me the side eye, then tossed his head and trotted up to the barricaded gate. He used his front feet to knock the pole away and knock over the hay-cones which were holding the pole up so he could kick them out of the way. He lifted the traffic cone with his teeth and set it down, right way up, a little way away (I really wish I'd filmed that). Then with a flick of his nose he had the gate open - ignoring the zap - and he was through.
Having observed his MO I retrieved him and tied the gate shut. He trotted back and tried again, but with the gate tied shut the zap got him and he backed off. Home I went, feeling satisfied.
Just settled down to watch Andor at 2030 and the phone rings. It's Uta, my next door livery mate. Guess what?
I fetched him and set things back up and he was through and back on the grass before I'd even got the energiser switched on. Little shit! This time he didn't want to be caught and I had to chase him around the field. That was enough for me, and I finally got out some more wire and another handle and doubled up the lines to the gate. And lo, this morning he was still in the right place. Honestly, he is a holy terror with fences.
An interesting thing though. When I was chasing him - if he has broken in there is no way I am going to let him graze quietly! - there was no chance of my catching him unless he let me, because I can't run as my leg is still not better. I was marching after him, swinging a lead rope from his headcollar. He started off going round clockwise, with me in his right eye, and he was doing dragon snorts, wild-eyed and very cross. His circuit got wider and wider and he was running. But up at the top of the hill he stopped, snorted and turned in the other direction. He looked at me out of his left eye. I said, "All right, then, Sid, enough now," and he turned his head to me and let me come up and halter him. He was like another horse. Did I read somewhere that horses have to learn on both sides individually? It was odd.