Each evening as the heavy cedar doors are pulled closed, all the allegedly “horse proof” light switches are turned off and darkness descends on the barn and it’s occupants. It’s a time when Lady the big Shire mare can be heard snoring loudly, her relaxed bottom lip flapping as she sleeps. T Bone the 30 year old veteran, his big brown butt jammed tightly into the corner of his stall huffs and puffs at shadows in the gloom while Cooper the ageing bay kicks his empty rubber bucket around the stall. Lucky and Shy, the barn cats navigate their way across the rafters through dust and the cobwebs in search of dinner whilst Tiger the little ginger tom cat wishfully cleans up the chicken and rice nibbles while hoping to find gourmet salmon in his food bowl. Roman the black Morgan, ever anxious, stands, ears pricked with his head over the stall door and Quest the huge Shire gelding effortlessly pulls another full flake of hay from his manger.. to join the rest of his dinner already on the floor. The barn is peaceful and quiet, all is dark and still only the sounds of stirring animals breaks the silence….until Player switches on the “horse proof” lights ! The lights going on means it’s breakfast time…now I know just why the horse stalls have been looking like they were the venue for a barn dance ( pardon the pun) last night !! Everyone has been waiting for breakfast service to begin..since midnight ! I have tried coating the supposedly “horse proof” light switch with “No Chew” a nasty concoction guaranteed to stop horses chewing, I think Player found it a tasty appetiser. I tried Scotch Tape, Player just sucked it off. A permanent solution is somewhere on Greg’s priority list ( it will be higher when the power bill drops into the mail box !) but for now it’s Player winning.
Early yesterday morning, fastening a belly strap and with my head firmly wedged under T Bone’s tummy the lights went out. I stood up to check with Greg, power outage ?…. the lights went back on. Good….power restored, back to T Bone…and the barn was plunged back into darkness. We were having a light show and there was Player, grey head hanging over his stall door and happily flicking the switch up and down at will. Last night as the barn doors closed there was a piece of inner tube looking like a big rubber band keeping the light switch firmly in the OFF position.
Up to now, it looks like our temporary solution may put us in the winning box and a permanent solution is now top of Greg’s list.
Got to go, still eggs to pack and the cuckoo clock has spoken. Take care, Keep safe, M