I had a welsh section A pony that was being castrated in the field some years back.
We had sent all the kids on the yard off to the hay barn which had a view of the field but wasnt in earshot.
So my son (7 at the time) was sitting up on the hay bales with his mates and the vet had completed the job and chucked the 'bits' out the way when my son shouts at the top of his lungs, "mum", "are they his nuts"!
