Today, our work was slowed down for a while by Henry's puzzlement over a small temporary bridge which had been made out of rough cut logs so that he could cross a boggy ditch to get to the felled logs. Henry was very suspicious, as only last week he had broken through the carpet of branches, leaves and grass in the same area into the soggy part of the otherwise rather dry ditch - he had disappeared in front of my eyes up to his belly, and understandably was in a bit of a panic to get out and away.
So it is only reasonable of him today to look at the bridge with last week's unpleasant experience in mind and have second thoughts about approaching work on the other side of that ditch! After a few reluctant approaches to the bridge and a definite 'no' from Henry, we kept busy pulling logs already near the path. But when the others had their tea break, Henry and I had another few good looks at the bridge, and after a long time of one hoof forward and one back, Henry gathered his courage and crossed over, and there was no problem afterwards! Having been edgy and anxious all afternoon before he mastered the bridge, he now was clearly relieved to have done it and proud of himself - and got a late tea break eating the ivy off the wood stacked already in the yard!