Corral repairs.

William and his dad are redoing the corrals. They are knocking out the boards and pulling up the old rotten posts. The corrals were built in 1971 by Brad and his dad and were long over due to be repaired.

One problem; what to do with the mustangs....


Wildairo's gate was opened and he ran out like a bat out of hell. Echo was put in the alley and small pen.


Echo stood so calm as the big tractor scooped out piles of ancient poop right next to him. I went and stood by the fence and he came and stood with me. Humans are not his enemy anymore.


Foxsun was in the garden most of the day, under the oak tree, but when he strolled back to the corrals to see what the ruckus was about it presented a problem; what to do with Foxsun.

We put him in this weedy pasture out of harms (tractors) way and I thought all was cool until I spotted Wildairo spotting Foxsun. Wildairo seeing another horse out in the sage brush trotted high headed towards him. One big problem, barbed wire! There was a fence between them. I was watching and hoping Wildairo would use his common mustang sense, and he did.


Wildairo was really brave now he had another horse near him and he went exploring further into the pasture. He kept running back to take a quick look at Foxsun to make sure he was still there then he'd go off exploring again. He found some tall sage brush and jumped into the middle of it and used it has a back scratcher.

The fence has electric wire in front of it but Wildairo kept clear of the whole thing regardless.

Foxsun has lost a lot of weight. We tried to cut back on his bute to once a day and it didn't work. He stopped eating his oats and would just dig in them till they were on the ground. I don't get it because he'd gobble down grass in the meadow and garden like a healthy horse. I saw him visiting the chickens so I gave him some of their hen scratch and he went crazy for it. He not only has gone off his oats but he also stopped eating the sweet feed and senior horse feed. Now he thinks he's a chicken. He's become a picky eater alright. Sometimes I wonder if he just hasn't gone daft! Yesterday in the feed store I was trying to decide what to try next and bought 50 lbs of the pelleted beet pulp. I can't see him eating that mush but I'll give it a try.

It looks like Brad is leading Wildairo home....


..... a closer look and you can see Brad is using something stronger than a rope.....


... hay!

Wildairo loves food of any kind. He's always hungry for more.

When Wildairo is closer Brad calls him in and he comes on the run afraid he's going to miss out on some more food.

I asked Will to lead Foxsun towards the corrals in case Wildairo was reluctant to leave him out there.


But no... Wildairo didn't give a hoot because he had his eye on the prize.


Echo had is hay tub and water moved in to his temporary digs.


Gates have been propped up and tied with baling twine. I'll be glad when this project is finished!