Stud Muffin

No.  This post is not actually about Walker, who does, in fact, think he's a stud muffin.

This post is about the Fair near my house.  I went home last weekend to visit and the Fair was going on.  It's a full-blown agricultural fair and I love it.  They have some light horse stuff - barrel racing, pole bending, games - but most of the horse stuff is draft horse stuff - four in hand, six in hand, horse hauling, etc.

Anyway, apparently one day, a five-year old Percheron stud got loose from his stall.

And went on a breeding rampage, breeding four mares.

They had to block him in one of the barns, and from the people who were telling me this story, it sounded like a war in there as they tried to catch him.

Apparently they went after him with shovels and everything they could to get him away from the other horses (read: mares) who were freaking out, not to mention all the people (some of which were probably un-horsey, innocent spectators) who at this point were trapped in the barn with him.

Picture it: a giant (and I mean giant) five year old Percheron stud galloping through a barn full of straight stalls with confined mares and idiot spectators dodging the bone-crushing hooves of a trapped stallion.

Never a dull moment with horses.