A small spook and he was free in the field, his exuberant galloping strides following the fence line. One of those terrifying sliding stops at the corner, but there was slick clay mud and he was unable to stop.
His muscular right shoulder cracked the thick oak board as he tried to turn, leaving a spear, that momentum pushed torwards his heart. He galloped down the hill, back to me, leaving an arc of blood with every stride.
He came to me and laid down at my feet and died.
When we purchased our own land and started building the barn and fencing, I knew board fence was never an option. I needed something that would keep my horses safe and let me once again enjoy seeing those beautiful flights across the field. I chose Centaur.
I can feel safe as my partner leaps and careens down the steep and muddy hill, if he can’t stop, Centaur will protect him.