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.
Category: mulish escapades
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
Marty and the osteopath.
Marty had a visit from Gavin Scofield, a cranial osteopath, on Tuesday morning. I’d seen Gavin work before on a friend’s horse, and thought that he would be ideal for my twitchy
A positive-negative entry!
I have been extremely lax about writing here; I had planned to do a big, New Year post to sum up what we’d done and where we were going, but I
The pink halter
While we were in America, I bought Marty a brand new, hot pink halter. I had hoped to find another rainbow to replace his current one, which has faded, but
Mule Camp 2015
Last weekend, Ben and I attended our first Mule Camp … without our mule. This may sound like a bit of an oversight and, to be honest, I did spend
Marty McForgottenEverything
As far as I can tell, the mule spends his time gently oscillating along the spectrum between feral and tame. He can be domesticated for weeks, sometimes months at a
A Punchbowl Adventure
Monday is my day off, and as I woke up this morning with only mild back pain, I decided that I was damn well going to go out for a
Desensitisation
Marty’s had a little bit of a holiday for the past week, as unfortunately my back has been too sore to do much with him beyond his daily care (feed
Happy 1st Gotcha Day, Marty!
Exactly one year ago today, after a grueling five hour journey, we brought a little dun mule home to live with us. Of course, the journey wouldn’t have been so