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A horse in love....

I'm currently in the midst of the equine version of Love Island, and it's not much fun! I keep Star on her own as she can be food aggressive, plus I only have funds to give one horse a good life. However my neighbour also keeps horses so Star can see them over the fence. For the past 11 years Star has been having an on/off thing with Ted, a very handsome ex eventer.

Star's normal MO when I take her to see Ted is make an almighty fuss snorting, puffing, and generally being a bit difficult with me to get Ted's attention, he comes to the fence and says hello, whereby Star then totally ignores him apart from looking coyly under her eyelashes. To say she's a bit of a madam is an understatement!

Last year a stallion got loose from the village and found Star, her idea of flirting was to show him her bum then when her went to sniff her she tried to double barrel him in the chest, taking out the electric fencing. The local police were called to that particular incident, but I suppose I should be grateful at least it wasn't Merv causing trouble for once.

Anyway last week a rather minxy looking seal brown horse appeared in the field with Ted, I know sometimes my neighbour looks after horses for people who are away, but Star was most put out about this turn of events. She's spent a week huffing and puffing and generally sulking by the bottom fence. I think the issue is she doesn't want Ted, but she doesn't want anyone else to have him either.

It turns out the new horse, Beanie, is hopefully going to be there permanently as a friend for Ted, so I'm hoping Star's mood eventually wears off. To complicate things further Beanie has taken a fancy to one of the younger ponies so it's become some strange equine love quadrangle now. Who needs TV when you have all this going on over your fence!
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