Burrs. . . I hate them. But Shyloh seems to love them. She is a burr magnet.
Perhaps this is why. . .
Or this. . .
Ugh! All I know is that I spend the better part of our time together picking out burrs. Big burrs in her tail and little bit of feather. Teeny tiny burrs on her legs, stomach, sides, neck, chest, ears, under her chin, and nose. Clusters of burrs in her mane and forelock. And those tiny burrs, yeah, they are about the same size as ticks.
|I think she sleeps in them!|
|I don't even know how she gets them here.|
Not only are the burrs everywhere, but they have become partially hidden by her hair as Shy begins to turn into a woolly mammoth for winter. So I have to untangle and pull the burrs out of her hair. It doesn't look like much, but they are small and have to be pulled one at a time. Luckily, Shy is very tolerant of the constant plucking of the burrs, except for the clumps by her ears.
|Shy is totally okay with looking like a feral horse.|
Shy's forelock has about three strands of long hair left, the rest is a fluff from being pulled out by the burrs. It is a sad, sad forelock for a Haflinger. Her mane is a twist of nastiness. And the tail. . .the tail that collects the large burrs, which then clump together and intertwine hairs and create a cluster of a mess is just awful. I cannot wait for the bugs to go away so I can put that tail up for winter.
|So many tiny burrs hidden throughout.|
The burrs stick to her halter and to me. I have even found them in my hoodie pocket.
But the mane and forelock. . . I am beginning to think it would be easier to roach and start over. Yes? No? Maybe so?
*All these photos where taken on different days.