knowing when to say when

Well little guy finally made it Home! After a couple days stay this little guy got picked up.

I'd love to be able to say something about fences being fixed or worried owners but I can't the guy sent two friends to pick him up in a cattle trailer filed with calves.

I will say one thing this mini turned out to be a lesson in the fact you can not save them all. He had enough to eat with just what he could find in the field to keep him healthy and outside of the lack of anything like good fence for his safety he really wasn't in any danger or being abused. This little pony brings up one point that is the hardest for horse people to remember, you can not save them all. True, he would take up almost nothing in space and feed but when taking on another horse the question of cost for vets and to have their feet trimmed on time as well as that late night vet call on a weekend that always comes up when money is tight.

With reports piling up about horses being seized from rescue groups and from good hearted people that just wanted to help ask your self first do I really have the time and money for this one too? if the answer comes back sounding like, 'well I'll make it work' or 'I'll find the money' please walk away or find someone that has the money and time because you alone can not save them all.

This one day I came home and there was this mini...

In this day and age when people throw away horses because their; too old, too young, too slow, too fast, too whatever you fill in the blank. Finding a mini stud running up and down a road really isn't as  uncommon as it should be.

With evening feeding getting ready to start we really didn't have time to try and catch our new little friend right off the bat, besides someone would be wondering were their little hay burner had wounder off to, god knows we would be out looking.

Unable to even get near him we ended up just penning him in against the fence line with panels believing that someone would be driving up and down the road looking. You would think as old as I am I would have, by now, quit hoping for the best in people when it comes to their animals.

Dusk came and went, cars came by and went still no one stopping looking for their missing little horse. By this point we had called the police department and animal control. In a small town on a Friday night, this is absolutely pointless, after all those deer wont shoot themselves.

9 pm came around with us trying to settle in for the night when lights showed up at the house where we suspected this little pony came from. sprinting up the hill thinking they must be frantic only to find a guy smelling a little of liquor truly surprised that one of the mini's had made off down the road. His first suggestion was to turn the mini back out on the road and herd him back up the road to his place. Putting an end to that idea, instead opting to have this man come and get the mini in the morning around 9 when we could see. Well the morning rolled in then it rolled out and still the mini is here. to make this better there is no one up at the house. instead of picking up the stud as promised he snuck off .

this little guy knows nothing about people, is not halter broke, so forget about leading him, thou I must say he leads better now then when he first made it down the hill.

So tune in next week....