March 9, 2013
When I went out to feed yesterday I was met by a naked pony. Cooper’s halter, and long line that I had left on him the day before were both off. Naked face. Oh no.
I found the halter and lead in a neat little pile, smack in the middle of the barn yard. The halter was still clipped closed and perfectly intact. It wasn’t near the fence or a post, just neatly coiled into a deep mud puddle, surrounded by snow. It is highly possible Simon assisted in its removal, or perhaps Cooper handled it all on his own.
I spent about 20 minutes with a bucket of feed in my hand, trying to get a rope over his neck. I was able to run my hand down his back a few times, but he never let me get the rope over him. If he had had a halter on I am sure I would have been successful. Towards the end he was starting to get a little less calm, so I decided to put the feed up and throw in the towel for the night.
I’ll try again tomorrow. And when I do get a halter on him, I am layering a second one on top.
Blue Ridge Pony 
tbnranch
/ March 9, 2013Been there friend! Sometimes the feed bucket just isn’t enough, that’s when you have to go for the good stuff… CARROTS. ha ha! Good Luck!