Spirit the Hungarian Circus Pony: A shocking experience

I spoke to Jessica today, Spirit is doing so well she is having to race him across the concrete to stop him getting in the feed shed.
He cannot wait to go out to the field once Jessica has secured the area with the electric fencing and in fly-free weather he gets up to his old tricks in order to stay in the field!

Jessica must bring him in before he eats too much grass which will aggravate any laminitis. The other day she managed to put a head collar on him, tugged at him, enticed him with carrots, walked him one way then the other, pleaded with him, shouted at him but he was having none of it: his front legs were stretched out to their maximum, dug in like someone at a tug-of-war. Suddenly Jessica thought she had won when he started meandering towards the edge of the field. Relieved and amazed at the sudden change of attitude Jessica found herself relaxing on the other end of his rope alas, Spirit was about to execute a cunning plan: he casually backed up to the fence, Jessica found herself struggling to move or even to think straight. She stood facing Spirit for some time trying to pull herself together as he nonchalantly carried on eating the grass. Eventually she realized he was practically sitting on the electric fence with no effect at all on himself as the shock ran through him, down the wet rope and was frazzling Jessica's thoughts!
Releasing the rope from her grip, Jessica regained her composure as Spirit eased himself from the fence. Now in a more determined mood than ever she managed to put the bright spark of a pony back into his stable where he belonged.

Tell Tale

Big Banker and Little Spirit

My recent visit involved healing for all three of Jessica's horses: a bit of calming for Blacky, and a top-up for Banker and Spirit. We took Spirit to a small area of grass to keep him amused whilst I did the healing. He was obviously feeling better as he pulled at the reign, walked backwards towards the pond, thought about rolling and attempted to nip at Jessica as she held him still. I was pleased with the energy I felt from him, the right knee, although still not perfect was strengthening well and his left leg was doing so much better as it did not have to compensate for the right leg any more.
I could not help but laugh at Spirit as he pranced around lifting his knees high and proud in front of him almost showing off.
Jessica lead him back to the field where she let him loose, to our horror and astonishment he went trotting up the field bucking as he went, he must be feeling better.
As I enjoyed my coffee in Jessica's kitchen I looked out of the window across the yard surprised to see big Banker coming back to the stables from the field, he looked all around then glanced over to the house. 'Oh' I said pointing out of the window 'Banker is back already' ' oopps' Jessica said as she looked across 'got to go, Banker is telling tales on Spirit.' I was intrigued, following her out of the house and round to the field; Banker leading, Jessica in hot pursuit then me, struggling to keep up. 'He is telling me Spirit is at the Goose feed again!' Jessica cried out. Sure enough Spirit had managed to limbo under the fencing, past the chickens and was found red hoofed trying to remove the dustbin lid from the goose feed, the noise of which alerted the geese who came gaggling and hollering for their meal.
Life is never boring with Spirit around. 
 

If I were a carpenter

Spirit at the back

Okay, I have heard a few funny and sad stories about Spirit but this one really gets you wondering about the circus shows he must have done: Jessica told me about one of the days Spirit was free to wander the yard which consisted of several areas of stables attached to three individual residential buildings. As he was far from nimble on his feet there was not much chance of him getting into trouble, or so she thought! She had roped off the drive area as usual and he was free to come and go from the field or wander back to his stable, all the other stable hands there were more than happy to have him around and often found him amusing as he did his little tricks. The day was going along fine until the little monkey Spirit arrived around a corner to present Jessica with a saw hanging from his mouth... Yes, I will repeat that: a carpenter's saw hanging from his teeth! He had a tight hold of the wooden handle waving it about. Once the gasps, double takes and expletives had subsided Jessica attempted to retrieve said saw but Spirit then wanted to play 'you can have it... no you can't' several minutes, near misses of sharp end and tussles later Jessica had wrestled it free from his grip.
Re-tracing Spirit's steps around the corner Jessica could see where it had come from: He had wandered through the neighbours open garage door, spotted something familiar and remembering his old act had picked up the saw delivering it to his unsuspecting owner Jessica.
The roped area now includes any garages.