They are all a muddy, muddy mess after the last rain. Our soil is clay so the water runs off and leaves the ground slick, or it pools in low spots and then clings to your boots.
While the horses are eating their buckets, I start pushing the muck cart around picking up the manure from the night before. Jackson comes out of his paddock and rolls. When Brett pushes the hay cart into the pasture, Jackson trots after him into his paddock. And then Brett lets the rest of the herd out. Flash comes out first, taking his sweet time walking down to the hay bins. Winston follows, pushy as always, anxious to get to the hay. Mufasa comes out last, making a wide swing around the other two and going to the furthest bin which he shares with the donkeys -- being a benevolent king, and all.
Today was sunny and warm so the ground is, thankfully, starting to dry. Brett came down with a bad cold while we were in SF for the wedding and he seems to have passed it on to me. Generous guy... I'll post more when I get my energy back.