Marty and the things to be brave about
Earlier this week I was disappointed to see a house in the village with a whole bunch of helium balloons bobbing outside – disappointed, because it would have been an excellent thing
Month: May 2016
Marty and the heroic rescue
The herd moved fields again yesterday, and as Ben is away this weekend – and all our fencing was already in use – that meant I had to play musical equines.
A date with Henrietta
Last weekend Ben, myself and our friend Debbie made a day-trip down to the New Forest to meet Sarah Weston and her mule, Henrietta. You may remember Henrietta as the
Marty and the various attempts on his life
It feels like summer has suddenly bloomed. A bridleway, which I last cycled down five days ago, has impetuously lined its already narrow track with handlebar-height nettles – prompting me to
Marty and the regular workload
One of the benefits of Marty being in a separate pen is that I’m actually working him more. This is partly me attempting to assuage my guilt about leaving him in
Marty and the week of weirdness
Oh dear! So, Marty has not had a great week. In fact, he’s had a very weird week. After Saturday’s escapade, I thought we’d maybe turned a corner and were
Mule Tales: Muuli’s import story
This week we’re in Finland, with Kaisa and her Spanish molly, Muuli. Kaisa maintains Muuli Projekti, her beautiful blog (and, I think, the blog with the best banner image!). I’ve really
Marty and the bid for freedom
As I’ve said, Marty hasn’t had much to do lately other than vet visits. On Saturday, he took matters into his own hooves by gleefully bursting out of his paddock like a
Mule Tales: Zorro
When I first stumbled, partially-educated, into owning Marty, I sent out a plea for help on a horse forum I was part of: was there anyone out there who knew anything
Marty and the All-Clear
So, after three vet visits, an xray, and an ultrasound, I’m pleased to say that there is nothing physically wrong with Marty besides the muscle tension that Gavin, our osteopath,