Oh, Miss Pearl

Bill always said that horses are born looking for ways to kill themselves. Our horses are pretty good at not killing themselves, and rarely put themselves in situations where they might die. Notice, I said "pretty good", not great, not excellent, just pretty good.

Every once in a while one of them has to remind us that they are still horses, and are still looking for ways to kill themselves.

This time, it was Miss Pearl's turn. Jay and I had gotten home from a quick long-weekend trip, and were being lazy. I was lounging in bed, doom scrolling on my phone, when a text came through: "Pearl is stuck, can you come help me?"

I immediately jumped out of bed and into my jammies to go help L.E. with whatever Pearl had gotten herself into. For some reason, my brain told me that she'd gotten her grazing muzzle stuck on the hay net. I don't know why that image popped into my mind, but that's what I was prepared for.

What I was not prepared for was to walk out of the house to see her standing like a Breyer horse statue - head not stuck by the grazing muzzle in the hay net - by the feeder with L.E. next to her. It took me a second to realize that it was her hooves that were stuck. Miss Pearl is the only horse in the herd that has shoes. Skeets and Copper are barefoot, and until this spring, so was Pearl, but she had some lameness issues and L.E. had fronts put on.

Not one, but both, shoes tightly caught in the net.

The 3 Mustangeers had absolutely destroyed their last hay net, and with all of them getting chonky, we'd *just* replaced the old net with a new, larger, extreme slow feed net. Larger was nice, because it fit so much easier over the round bale, with a little room to grow. One of the reasons they were able to destroy the old net was because when we put it over a round bale, it was basically a stuffed sausage, bursting at the seams. The new, larger net was so nice - no fighting to get it to fit over the bale - but it also meant that there was some excess net that the horses could pull out of the feeder as the hay got low.

I know the risks of shoes and hay nets, but I just never gave a second thought to Pearl having been shod all spring and summer, plus a bit of excess net might lead to the situation we now faced.

Initially, I thought we'd be able to just cut a few strands of the net, to free her up enough to lift a hoof and untangle the rest. Let me tell you, when Pearl does something, she does it well. There was no room to cut just a few strands.

L.E. and I took turns cutting and cutting and cutting our brand new (one month old) hay net to pieces to free Pearl. 

I have never been more thankful for Pearl's training. Jessica, Pearl's Mustang Makeover trainer, hobble trains her horses and that hobble training saved us from a disaster. Pearl got stuck, and then stood patiently while we cut her free. She never panicked. Occasionally, she'd try to lift a hoof and back up a step, but never did anything more. Copper was completely oblivious to the goings-on and continued to eat, leaning into, and shifting the feeder, which was less than helpful. Even then, Pearl was a rock star.

When we got her free, she didn't bolt, she walked off calmly with L.E., showing off her fancy accoutrement on her shoes.

The highest of fashion for horse shoes.

Doesn't she look bothered?

Serendipitously, the farrier was already scheduled to come out for Pearl. L.E. and the farrier had discussed whether or not to continue with shoes, since her lameness has resolved. Pearl and the net made L.E.'s decision for her. When the farrier arrived, L.E. looked at him and said, "get those mothereffers off of her!" He took one look at Pearl's feet, laughed, and said, "hay net".

I was able to temporarily sew the massive holes we'd cut into the net together using baling twine. (What in the world would a horse girl do without baling twine?). I've ordered another extreme slow feed net from HayChix, and Pearl is now barefoot. I think we're safe for a bit.