The Gap

Two beautiful stallions and five pregnant mares moved into the barn across the road for the summer. Horses who race in New York have to be born in New York. They came here to be born. They also give us great views of new life – but that’s not what this is about.

Before the stallions were brought here, the large paddock in front was divided into two paddocks. Not just a fence between. Two fences between. A gap is needed so they can’t get to each other. As an aside my gelding at another barn is happy to lean over his fence and rip another horse’s field blanket to shreds – and yes, I’ve replaced a friend’s blanket at least once! Horses love to lick and nibble, push and nip their friends. Stallions take it to another level.

Sometimes it’s a lot of work to accommodate or acclimate to “the way things are.” In this case it took two men two days to secure the fencing so the stallions will be secure. In the breeder’s life they are worth a lot. Both stallions bring in more money than they could possible eat or sleep in –  they are the life’s blood (speaking literally here) of the farm so it’s a logical, left-brain decision to keep them safe.

What is important to you? What needs a double fence and a secure gate? I didn’t mention gates until now, but they are crucial. What really precious element would bleed out of your life without its own security. Whose responsibility is that? Where would you be if your crucial element hopped the fence, what have you done when it has?


2 thoughts on “The Gap

  1. Beautiful blog today. I know nothing about horses. This was so interesting to read. Great pictures of beautiful horses.

  2. Pam, this is wondrous.

    A few days ago, my friend got home to her 22 rescued dogs to find that the wind had knocked over an old Cottonwood, that broke down a fence, releasing carefully separated dogs, who attacked a precious Shar-Pei. Altho she was rushed to the vet, she didn’t survive.

    A Mastiff was so agitated by the chaos that he busted thru cattle panels to join the fray. Two dogs were altogether gone.

    These dogs typically live side by side in harmony, but the mayhem made them crazy.

    If only the careful fencing had held, but who knew what the wind would bring.

    Something else is afoot, too — Jean couldn’t keep a consultation appt with her vet because there were six dogs awaiting surgery, battered, bloodied, fighting for their lives after attacks upon them by their own dog friends in their own homes.

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