In stacking the great load of hay we received earlier this summer, my incredibly efficient husband loaded as many bales as he could in our extra stall.
Here is the problem: my horse, who is smarter than she'd like you to believe, and very food-motivated, has figured out that if she stands on the metal pipe cross-piece of the fence, she can reach over and eat the hay on the other side. Proof:
See the missing corner of the hay bales? That is the precise distance Chroicoragh was able to reach over and munch. I wish I could have gotten a picture of her caught in the act--and believe me, I did catch her in the act, hoof poised up on the bar, neck arched yoga-like, as far as possible, allowing her prehensile lips to pinch off a strand or two of delicious alfalfa--but whenever I went out with my camera, she pulled the ol' singing frog bit, and looked at me like she had no idea how that hay had gotten half-eaten.
The problem comes when this 1,000 + pound dainty princess decides to pull the same maneuver on the gate, and the hinges break:
Time to call in the professionals.
A tuck there,
(incidentally, that saw-thingy that he's using cut through ¼-inch galvanized steel like butter! I have no idea what I would ever use it for (hmm..maybe ripping out my horrible ancient shower tiles??) but I want one!)
A little welding here and there,
(believe me, he's making it look easy)
Good as new!
Everyone loves welding in 110˚ heat!
Living with horses, I have found that nothing surprises me, and you never know what to expect. But it helps to have a few dollars set aside for impromptu repairs.
What'd I do?
I leave you with an evening shot of a summer monsoon storm in the desert.
Living here has its ups and downs, but the sun setting in the western sky is truly a thing of beauty.