Oz has suddenly become awkward and trouble prone – is it the Terrible Two’s? First he got his feet tangled while tied, after having 2 months of no incidents of any kind. Then I caught him with his feet tied again a few days ago. He was really struggling, so I yelled “whoa” from the porch, while getting my boots on. To his credit, he immediately stopped fighting and fell down on his side, flat out. I ran over, touched his face and assured him he’d be fine. He never moved a muscle while I was freeing him, he just laid there perfectly calm and still. When I got the rope loose he took a second and then got up normally, I took his halter off, and he trotted over to see if Bettina had left any food. He really is just unfazed by things.
After those episodes, which I blame on the giant horse flies, I stopped tying him up. All was good.
Until this morning. I woke up and looked out the door to see if Lucy, Sweet Tea, and Oz were around. To my horror, I saw Oz standing with my wheelbarrow hanging from his neck!! I have no idea how long he’d been that way, I hadn’t heard anything to indicate a struggle. And he was acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, just calm and quiet as if he had things hanging from him every day. I had just gotten up out of bed to look outside, and had only a big T-shirt on. Got my boots on and ran out half naked. The wheelbarrow is not light, and is rated for a load of 200 lbs. How the heck was I going to get it off of Oz?
||This is what the wheelbarrow looks like. Oz’s head was through the handle, from the back, and the back of it was facing his neck and chest.
I didn’t think I was going to be able get it off.
First I got some horse treats to try to get Oz to put his head down. That would have been so easy, so of course it didn’t work. He couldn’t see the cookies on the ground because the wheelbarrow blocked his view.
Oz’s head was up in its normal position, which is over my head. Since he wouldn’t lower his head it meant that I had to pick up the wheelbarrow, turn it sideways so that the handle would fit over his head, lift it up MORE in order to get it over his head, and maneuver it so no one got hurt.
I don’t know where I get the strength to do some of the things I do, it must be pure adrenaline. I got the wheelbarrow up to my chest, somehow held it up there while I rotated it to get the handle right, and managed to lift it up high enough to get it level with Oz’s head.
He resisted a little, as the handle pressed on his neck, and of course, the legs pushed into his chest. But thankfully, he didn’t move his feet, and I was able to get it off of him. Then he just stood there looking at me, waiting for me to get breakfast ready.
I just can’t get over how he is unfazed by these things. He acts so normal! And appears untraumatized in any way. Nerves of steel evidently.
I do think these troubles have given him new respect and trust of me. I notice he is more polite and deferential than he used to be.
I have to say that Oz has been eating out of this wheelbarrow for 10 months. So what is going on? Has he hit a clumsy stage? I hope this is the last of it!
Would have taken a photo, but was afraid to take the time to get my phone.