I am sure you're wondering why I would even need a ladder in Izzy's stall; he's not THAT tall. Well, a few days ago, Izzy dug a hole. Not just a groove from pawing, but a hole that would have required a shovel and two hours worth of work had I dug it.
After looking around, I realized that none of us ever use that fork. I wasn't even sure where it had come from. Then I noticed that some of our sharper tools were not hanging on their hooks on the back of the tack room wall. The answer became clear: Izzy had reached over the partition and taken it off of its hook. The fence is taller than I am and the tools are hanging several feet from the edge of his stall.
Somehow, he not only grabbed the manure fork, but he also managed to get it over the fence and into his stall without hitting the roof of the barn or hurting himself. Even if I stood on the ladder, I wouldn't have been able to reach that fork and wrangle it over the wall!
Needless to say, all of the tools have been moved or lowered as well as all of the items within reach on the brown cabinet. You can see the fence and cabinet in the photo below but not the row of tools. Sydney was in this stall for three years and never even thought about reaching over.