There, I’ve said it. Seriously though, he is just lovely and brilliant. He came to trim the neds this morning. I had been running around like a headless chook all morning having to haul water from the house to the stables, and grit the yard, as it had started snowing again, while trying to ensure my little boy ate his porridge up and didn’t spill his juice everywhere. So when he arrived, I was a bit frazzled.
My frenetic mood obviously communicated itself to Faith because she was a little unwilling to let me put her headcollar on this morning, and her demeanour told me that she was expecting something exciting to be afoot.
However, as soon as she stepped out on to the yard, and saw my farrier, she visibly relaxed, and stood like an absolute angel while he rasped her feet. Now there aren’t that many young horses that look at a farrier, and clearly think “Oh that’s alright, it’s you, everything is going to be fine.” I feel it is testament to the fact that my farrier is such a great guy, and so damn good at his job, that the sight of him settled my filly this morning, when I clearly had the opposite effect!
As if he couldn’t get any more wonderful in my eyes, he was going to charge me half price for doing Faith’s feet, because he only had to rasp them. I of course refused, but did remind him that our next appointment was two weeks before I am due to give birth, so he needs to brush up on his midwifery skills, and possibly bring hot water and towels with him next time!
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