23/01/2026
I’ve learnt so much having Elvis out, I’m embarrassed to say that convenience blurred the vision of what he needed, he’s 100% living his best life, I am 100 % covered in mud all the time 🤣🤣
I’m going to say something that makes people uncomfortable.
I’m okay with that.
If the idea of your horse slipping, tripping, tweaking something, or injuring themselves while just… being a horse feels intolerable to you, it might be time to pause and reflect on horse ownership.
Not judge. Reflect.
Horses are not fragile antiques. They are not fine china. They are not financial portfolios that must be preserved in mint condition.
They are big, reactive, occasionally chaotic prey animals who evolved to move, roam, graze, roll, argue with the wind, and yes, sometimes fall over for no good reason at all.
I hear versions of this constantly:
“My horse is too valuable to risk turnout.” “He’s had an injury, I can’t let him move freely.” “I just couldn’t cope if something else happened.”
And honestly, I understand that fear. Loving a horse rewires your nervous system. The stakes feel enormous.
But here’s the uncomfortable part.
When fear starts dictating:
• minimal turnout
• restricted movement
• prolonged confinement
• lives shaped around human anxiety rather than equine needs
We quietly slide from protection into control.
Welfare is not the same as risk elimination. Welfare is about weighing risk against quality of life.
A horse can injure themselves in a stable. A horse can colic standing still. A horse can suffer a catastrophic injury doing absolutely nothing dramatic at all.
Removing all risk is a fantasy. Movement is real. Choice is real. Social contact is real. Being allowed to live like a horse is real.
Of course there are nuances. Rehab cases. Acute injuries. Vet-led restrictions. This is not a call to be careless or irresponsible.
It is an invitation to ask an honest question:
Am I managing my horse’s wellbeing…
or am I managing my own fear?
If the thought of your horse living a full, imperfect, slightly risky life feels unbearable, that’s not a moral failing. But it is something worth sitting with.
Because horses don’t owe us lifelong soundness. They don’t owe us predictability. They don’t owe us protection from our own anxiety.
They deserve a life.
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