So we are finally back from the barn, just shy of eleven o’clock. The farrier was scheduled for 7:30, but, much like doctors, when one client takes more time than usual it makes the next one later, and then it snowballs, so by the time they got to us it was 8:30. I let the other boarder go first, so by the time he started on Fi it was about 9:30. She and her pasture pal had been fine about being brought in from the pasture at twenty past seven, when the sun was low and hot and the flies were horrific, but by the time he started work on her it was cool and dark and she much rather would have been in the field. Still, she was fairly good, not pulling back on that left front at all and not really doing more than attempting to eat the farrier’s belt and nibble his ears, which is sort of par for the course for her. (I pull her face away and tell her not to get fresh. :) She was a little fidgety and irritable by the end, but again, not to a terrible extent and she never did anything that merited more than a sharp word. So that was nice, especially given the rather new set of circumstances we were operating under. She also appreciated the new fly sheet, since she’d been without one since the donated one turned up in pieces and the bites on her sides are awful, and hopefully this one will last and I won’t have to dig bits of it out of the field. If it survives the weekend I’m ordering the neck piece for it and we’ll see how it goes.