Cob Jockey: Cob Humor: Pine Tree

November 25, 2014

Cob Humor: Pine Tree

Now that Connor's partner-in-crime sold, he's in a bit of a flux as far as turnout goes. He can't go in a big field, since I can only catch him if he's alone in his field, so that leaves his options as semi-private turnout in his usual field, or private turnout in the paddock on the front side of the barn.

Matching up horses for turnout partners is worse than a dating game. This horse can't go out with that horse, this horse has hind shoes and needs private turnout, this horse doesn't like that horse for some random reason.

Unfortunately, nobody that can go in semi-private turnout really matches up with Connor right now, so he's back in the front paddock. I don't mind (he's so easy to catch), he doesn't mind. He once spent a whole summer out here. It has a dutch door that leads into the main area of the barn, so they can leave it open and he can "hang out" where the action is during the day.

Funny story though: on Sunday, two different people stopped me separately and told me that they both panicked when they saw what looked to be an empty front paddock with no Connor. Both of them stopped, called his name, and heard rustling before seeing a blanketed pony butt back slowly out of that big pine tree in the corner with his head up and ears pricked. Apparently, he has taken up residence in there. Oh, Connor...