We did utility work many years ago and on one site, the access to the field was so dire through this filthy farm yard that the owner made us walk in, do the work, burn the brash and stack timber in a pile and all for his own new supply. We carried out his instructions to the letter and some weeks later we got called to meeting at the office.
"His prize shire horse has died from blood poisoning from wounds received from the log pile" said Bernard, the Wayleave Officer. "Righto, I'll go an see the disgustingly dirty fellow and sort it out" said I.
I appeared in the filthy yard and went to see the owner who was dressed in the most disgustingly dirty clothes, unshaven (many days worth) and hair matted together, blue teeth and refused his hospitality (he had kept the same jam jar from the original site meeting). The value of this "working shire horse" increased by £1000 before we had crossed the yard whilst he told me of the care that he and his vet had lavished on the animal. "Which Vet do you use?" I inquired, "I'll need a Vet's autopsy report to claim on the insurance". "You cannot have it" he replied "When she died, I was that heartbroken, I buried her in the field (near the watercourse) without calling the Vet". "Oh", I replied "without the report, there will be no compensation". "Argh" he retorted, "I knew you would say that, so I cut the hoof off before I buried her and the vets notes will tell you she was poisoned by infection of the wound!". Sure enough, he went across the knee deep stack yard in slippers and fetched a stiff Donkey jacket off the back of an ancient tractor and pulled a horses hoof out of the pocket and shoved three fingers into the frog to demonstrate the size of the wound!
It transpired that his Vet also cared for my cats and dogs and he informed me that Mr X did not pay any off his bills despite the vets threatening court action and that if we were lucky enough to get a claim off of our insurers then could they have first dibs! He also told me that the horse was totally untrained on the collar and a gift from a relative who died - valued a pet food only! He also told me that he had told Mr X to keep the animal in a clean loose box and clean the wound twice daily and he never moved t from the field.
I reported all of this to Bernard who did not bother to finish his supply off and let him know that as a JP, his advice was to mourn his loss, quietly!