It's my favorite season of all!
(Do I say that at the beginning of every season? Maybe.)
The mornings have been quite frosty this week thus far.
Yesterday began at 25 degrees....brrrrrr.
Luckily, by afternoon it warms up to just a tiny bit cool...
right around 70 degrees....perfect!!
Now that cool weather is here, the horses are no longer going out to
pasture at night. Instead, they go out in the mornings...
alternating between the upper pasture and the front pasture.
And because they have had access to rich summer grass over the past months,
everyone is just a little too chubby right now.
In order to keep them healthy, I have been putting grazing muzzles on...
even for the few hours that they spend out in the mornings.
They eagerly line up while I am putting muzzles on...
no one seems to mind them at all.
Yesterday, after muzzles were on,
I opened the gate to the front pasture and let everyone out to graze.
And everyone happily went out.
Instead of joining the rest of the herd,
he stayed back at the barn in protest.
To him, the muzzles mean "upper pasture" time,
He stood at the barn literally voicing his displeasure of the morning's