Our little herd of three horses got an hour on the new grass pasture today. I've been weaning them onto the new spring grass as to not let them have too much sugar and risk the chance of colic. They love it and just bury their heads down there and munch! Now that they're up to an hour they will be able to go out for maybe a half day in the next few. When I tried to get them back through the gate to their regular "dirt" pasture I had to get behind them and encourage them with a couple snaps of the whip. Satire, the little arab, was the last to give up and go on through! A day at the barn with the horses is the best medicine , psychologically speaking, you can have. Of course, I guess you have to be a horse person. My sister wouldn't think that was very relaxing! Even if I don't ride, just being around the horses or grooming them does something for my inner me.
Sundays at Home Week 166
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