I’m counting today as another success!
As luck would have it, the weather cleared this afternoon. This was good, because my trimmer could do the horses out in their pasture, which mine definitely prefers. BUT, it also mean the machinery was running. And not only any machinery, the skid steer…the meanest of all the machines according to Milton. And not only was it running, it was working maybe 20 yards away from where he was getting his feet trimmed. Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, and my trimmer, who has the patience of a saint and I love, wasn’t thrilled with him pulling feet away (or at least trying to, I think he was only successful once) and wiggling around. BUT it got done with no one the worse for wear.
Afterward, he watched the skid steer work. I put some hay out and he and his girlfriend munched as the skid steer loaded dirt and sand into a new little barn in the next pasture. Milton did walk and trot away and back some, but in a much more relaxed manner than I’d seen. He’d get wound up a little when it was coming towards him (not that it could get him, there was a fence, but he wasn’t sure, lol) and when it would make some loud banging noises as the driver shook the dirt out little by little in spots. But he kept returning and trying to eat (his girlfriend never raised her head, could not be bothered).
Eventually he did retire to the back of the pasture, but he went at a leisurely walk and his gelding buddies beside him went too. He grazed and watched from out there, and when the skid steer went a little farther away, (but still in sight and running, just sitting still) he came back to the front and continued cleaning up some hay. I was getting dinner ready for them by then and his girlfriend was begging at the feed room door. I fed them as usual, put more hay out for the night, and the skid steer was gone before I left. Milton was fine. No lingering worry about it.
I think this is amazing progress. There was a time when he would have lost his mind and NEVER have allowed someone to hold one of his feet up while that thing was near. He would relax when it was out of sight and just running at the other barn/paddock while the worker was shoveling dirt out and spreading it. Milton was totally normal during those times. But when it’d make louder noises or come into view, he’d have to move and would get a bit worried and tense.
I’ll take it. It’s a far cry from him running himself into a sweaty froth, totally unable to relax at all, which is what that thing used to cause.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I’m hoping to ride. I got my saddle horn pouch for his treats!