Yesterday I had my first "hands-on" day with the camp's horses. Unfortunately, my first day on the job I had to call the vet for a horse with nasty puncture wound (on his fetlock joint, natch)and I got kicked (by the same horse.) Luckily I jumped backwards as the horse kicked out, so I only got a glancing blow and I wasn't hurt.
With the help of a former camper, I marked all the camp's horses with blue nail-polish on their hooves so I could tell which ones were "mine."
The camp has horses ranging from cute:
To old (and un-usable):
(This above horse was at the camp when I first worked there ten years ago. She used to be very spirited and beautiful. I was shocked and saddened to see her now...)