That Filly will be the Death of Me!

We had a rather windy, cold, wet, autumnal day here. I was having a rather bad day as the dishwasher had broken down yesterday, closely followed by the hot water heater. So I had loads of washing up to do, but no hot water to do it with. So I was in rather a stressy mood, plus I had my 20 week scan today, so was rather apprehensive about that as well.

Therefore, the last thing I wanted to see as I walked across the road to Mum’s house to have a shower, was the sight of a massive chunk of my huge willow tree having become detached from the tree itself, and lying in the front paddock. Worse than that, I could see Tommy and Tilly standing around snacking on the fallen part as if it were manna from heaven, but no Faith. I rushed over to the gate, and my heart stood still as I could just make out the Faith’s outline underneath the fallen part of the tree, standing, but not moving.

Instantly I assumed that she had been injured, impaled or trapped, and how the hell was a small, heavily pregnant woman like me going to get her out? I bundled John into Mum’s house, and dashed across to the stables. As I ran/ waddled quickly through the garden, Faith’s fate became clear to me. While Tilly and Tommy were happy to stand around the peripheral edges of the fallen branch, Faith had actually climbed right in between the branches and the fence, and was not only munching away quite happily, but was also effectively sheltered from the wind and rain as well!

I didn’t know whether to cry or scream! But looking at how large and unstable the branch was, I decided that the horses needed to come in for the rest of the day until we could chop the fallen part of the tree up, so at least it was all on the floor, and couldn’t fall any further.