When I got up in the morning I only saw one horse, Robby, standing alone and not with Monty. They are always together. Maybe between some trees somewhere, I thought. But he didn't appear when I arrived to the field (sincevsome weeks both of them come rapidly to me). Robby was still standing at that place...don't moving...like saying:"Come to me." When I reached him I saw it: It was terrible...Montys head about 1 meter under my feet totally stucked in a hole. I shouted for help, but really had no idea who could help and how? Some workers, a neighbour and my husband arrived. I don't forget the picture: my husband Pablo in the water with Monty, trying to help him, checking Montys legs. The workers taking away huge pieces of earth at one side of the hole to make a possible exit for Monty. Me feeding one apple in pieces to Monty (that I had with me that morning instead of karrotts) and only watching together with our horse Robby and our dog what was happening. I am so impressed about Robby. He had told me that morning in his own language that something was wrong and during the whole rescue he hadn't move from Monty's side....don't being afraid of the tractor arriving...and our desesperate voices. Monty could get out of the hole after one hour with 4 men helping him with improvisation of lassos around him and Pablo helping him standing at his side, rubbing him and pushing towards his back. ..He is fine...very very dirty, but no injuries.
If that night it had been frozen...Monty would probably have died. It is winter in Chile. Because of my fault.
Please think always: SAFETY first! This is what I have learned yesterday. I feel so grateful, that our wild Monty is alive. Huggs from Chile