Be Ye Separate

He's Outta Here!

Blessings!

   Have you ever had moments when something or someone has gotten on your nerves for the very last time? I mean, you have tried and tried. The more you try the harder it is to let things go and finally one day the moment comes and you just slip a cog and break down with "That's IT, he's outta here!" And mean it? Well........

   Yesterday, we had let our miniature stallion out into the large pen to run off some energy. The weather was great so why not? He's a fiesty, sassy little thing and though he can have his cute moments, he also has his studditude moments.

   Anyway, later in the afternoon, after visiting with CaraDD and her children, they left, taking our Miss Mary-Ann with them for the night. This left the evening animal choring to Miss Sarah and I.

   We got our act together and started out to get the animals back in their rightful places and do a little clean-up when Miss Sarah notices that Mr. Smith is gone. Vanished...again! Ugh. This sends that familiar irritation straight through me. You remember that he ran off the day after we moved here sending us all into search mode for two days? Well, this was just it.

   We got the bucket of grain and a leadrope and took off to where he had gone before, figuring he would go that direction. He wasn't over there so we headed back home expecting to either find him or know about him by morning. Suddenly Miss Sarah says..."THERE HE IS!" We turn the car around (not easy to do in the middle of the street with a huge Excursion:P) and pull into this little treed lot where, sure enough, there he is prancing and throwing his little head. We get out and approach him with the bucket which he runs over for and Miss Sarah clips the leadrope on. He freaks! I've never seen him like this...EVER!

   He jerks away and runs back to the fence line and there, lo and behold is a pretty mare (4 times his size!) catty corner to us. We realize we have a situation and try to force him to come with us. At this point her goes crazy on us. He's snorting, kicking, biting, rearing, pawing at us trying to hurt anyone that got near him.

   Now, mind you, he's not even 3 feet tall! Sarah tries to hang on to him while trying to keep out of his way so he can't hurt her. He was trying to stomp on her legs and feet and she kept moving out of his way. I had ahold of one side of his halter and she on the other when he twists his head and I lost my hold. He rears up and almost slams her on the head with his front feet. She moves her head a little (thank you Jesus!) and he misses her head and hits her arm. He does this several times before she couldn't hold him anymore and let go.

   I tell her to stay put and just don't let him go anywhere and I drive back to the house and grab to long lungelines. I get back to her and we trapped him with one of the lines agains the fence so we can hook the other line on his halter. Getting two of the lines finally on him we pull out as far as we can to make sure that he can't get to either one of us and we walk him to the back of my car.

   Miss Sarah climbs in through the back and ties him off to the window post inside the back of the car keeping him as close to the bumper as possible without hurting him or giving him enough room to hurt himself on the bumper or rope. I start driving going about 3mph and he trots along behind, protesting and crying out all the way.

   Now mind you it was probably as far as a whole cityblock to the house so he wasn't led like this for long. I wasn't going to wrestle him through the yard so I drove all the way to his stall. He was so tired from that jaunt that his little legs were just shaking. I though maybe he would be a little humble but noooooooooooo, he fought us all the way into his stall (all of 10 feet). We got him locked up and he's been crying and kicking the barn wall all night! He's still at it this morning! ugh!

   So...guess what?...HE'S OUTTA HERE!!!

   I have to say that I have only experience that two other times with a stallion and those were history too! Miss Mary-Ann is sad about it but she understands that we just can't have a dangerous animal hanging around here. Not only that but realistically he's a lawn ornament. If I am going to have a lawn ornament it needs to at least be cuddly!

   Well, that's my rant for this morning. Now to advertise him in the local paper:) Perhaps some local breeder will want him for a teaser:) He can be awful sweet but he is, after all, a stud and it's time for him to do his studly thing in a place that can accomodate him.

Have a very blessed day!

God be with thee!

Sister Lori

cute story

{ 19:56, Friday, May 9, 2008 } { Posted by mulberrylane }

Although very trying I am sure! I was thinking the same thing as you when you ended the story... he's outa here! LOL. I love animals, but you want them happy and you want to be safe... I'm sure he had his good days... we had a mare that we loved, but when in heat, she went just crazy... nearly kicked my daughter in the head one morning as she went to feed her... she had PMS really bad! (sorry, couldn't help myself!) When she left, we all cried, but we couldn't keep her, it just wasn't safe, not with the younger kids in the barnyard helping with chores and all. We were sad to see Polly go, but we all felt it was the right thing to do.... we still have hoof prints in the siding of the barn where she kicked when she was in season. We still remember her in pictures and in our minds... especially when we see those dents in our siding.

Warmly, ~Melissa