I try very hard to make sure the fence is safe, but as any horse owner knows, they are worse than two-year-old children--they will get into anything they can and get hurt on it, without a doubt.
It was one of those cuts that could have been stitched (as I could have stuck my thumb inside of it) but it doesn't neccessarily need it to heal, so since Rainbow is a broodie and the wound is really clean, I've just been treating it. It should heal well, but poor girl--that had to have hurt!
What they did was they knocked down the boards protecting this little bit of exposed fencing from any possible contact with them. Once they eliminated the "protective" piece, of course they took full advantage of its sharp edge.
Plus, she's not even my horse, so I was doubly worried, but Dar was perfectly understanding. I still worry, though. That's just the sort of gal I am.
Moose decided to have a siesta in the sun, and Bambi, Paula, and Fabian paid him a visit across the fence. All my horses, all in one shot...
Today, while Dad was running the brush hog out back, I decided to start moving some fencing so I can seperate Fabian from his sisters.