Horse dung on roads is not illegal but when a rider of a horse passes the front windows or a front door of a neighbour's road-side home especially when windows are open on a hot summer's day surely there should be some thought by the rider to "gee-up" their horse to an area between houses and in rural areas this indeed can be done.
The amended Anti-Social Behaviour Act gives more power to the police but it also is amended to improve Neighbourly Behaviour and if an horse rider passing certain homes regular for their horse to do toileting outside these homes then the rider is actually annoying people and that behaviour is Ant-Social and in breach of the new ASB Act.
Please riders have some consideration for human environment and their habitation.
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you cant house train horses - which means you cant hold up a poo to a more suitable moment or place
we really all knew that didnt we?
I mean you know - Mrs herc complaining - "why didnt the king house train his horses, herky-baby? And then those awful augean stables would nt be so bad. Just a dab here and there. Everyone makes mistakes. And no need to divert the what-ever, wherever. Job done so to speak. Girls are such organisers"
the only ones you can house train are dogs cats and pigs apparently. Some people keep pigs as house pets
Hello Cloverjo,
You should see our rural road and it is likened to a narrow lane with some properties front doors and windows on the road-side, hence when raining slurry dung is brought into our home on footwear, mainly children who are less aware.
Is a Healthy Environmental Habitation for Humans now second best.
Hi tamborine,
When not raining and slurry, we go out sometimes before traffic flattens some and also flicks it up onto properties to shovel up the dung and sometimes we have that much we give it away and a neighbour in the next village seen shovelling it has a sign on his fence saying "Free Manure".
I will always remember my Dad and the next door neighbour doing a Le Mans start with a bucket and spade after any horse had gone by, they swore by it for the roses.
I rode a lovely holstein horse (17. 2 hands) through a village in Tuscany. As soon as the little old dears that lived there heard us coming, they used to rush up to their bedroom windows and make sure we didn't leave any detrius behind us because if we did, we would have to clear it up.