The horses were out last night, roaming the property. This morning when I went out the back door to get my car from the garage and go to work, Flash and Mufasa were blocking my way. Brett went to the barn and got their buckets of supplements ready. Flash watched, but he didn't budge.
Jackson watched from his spot by the run-outs.
Flash and Mufasa eventually made their way to the barn, ambled into their run-outs, and into their stalls for breakfast. Brett had to bring Jackson in with his halter. He could walk, he just didn't want to go in.
This is the second abscess for Jackson this year. His feet are so thin that bits of this and that migrate their way inside, fester, and then burst out. It's a painful process and a stinky one.
As I write this, we have a light rain falling on the trees and the garden. I'm listening to the drip-drip-splatter as drops fall from the eaves of the house. Its a calm, cleansing rain; a perfect rain.