- Jan 19, 2014
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One of the more dangerous places to be was also in the marshalling yard for the dry mares. They'd go out each day but were stabled at night .... with lights left on to get them cycling for an early service..... so I guess you try to imagine a hungry, horny, sleep deprived woman and the sort of reception you're going to get.
Well you took your life into your hands if you ventured into the yard they gathered in before going into the stables at night. It was bloody pandamonium. There were always a few dominant mares who'd chase and bite and kick the other ones who'd be trying to escape and you tried to stay out of the way whilst catching the ones you needed to. You needed eyes in the back of your head.
After a while, we just used to open the gate and they took themselves to their boxes. They seemed to know where they lived or should be and most couldn't get there fast enough to escape those few mad cows that wanted to bite and kick everything.
Good times.
Well you took your life into your hands if you ventured into the yard they gathered in before going into the stables at night. It was bloody pandamonium. There were always a few dominant mares who'd chase and bite and kick the other ones who'd be trying to escape and you tried to stay out of the way whilst catching the ones you needed to. You needed eyes in the back of your head.
After a while, we just used to open the gate and they took themselves to their boxes. They seemed to know where they lived or should be and most couldn't get there fast enough to escape those few mad cows that wanted to bite and kick everything.
Good times.