My next visit found Spirit in his
reduced field but not a happy ginger bunny: Jessica walked me to the gate
saying how she wanted me to see Spirit with something on him, as he came in
view I just about managed to stifle a laugh, the poor boy was now in his
quarter size field full of lush green grass, unable to eat a blade of it. He
was wearing a grazing muzzle, a mask with holes in for drinking and for small
amounts of grass to penetrate to eat.
The muzzle was not my reason for the
laughter as I had seen these used on many horses, bless him, the reason I was
amused was his statue-like pose; as soon as the muzzle went on in the field, he
was struck motionless, unable to move a single foot, head or even tail. He was
standing with his head facing a fence when it went on and ten minutes later he
was still there. The muzzle had triggered an old message for him to stand completely
still.
Jessica and I tried to relax him,
enticing him with tufts of grass to slowly take a step or two. He did not seem
frightened just frozen to the spot. Eventually we gave up and removed the
muzzle, he immediately walked off down his little field. Sadly he really did
have to wear the muzzle as the rich grass would only exasperate his foot
trouble.
He was walking much better, not
perfect but much better.
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