Flash was a bit further down, grazing underneath the tree house.
Jackson was the furthest away, chowing down on the green grass next to the dressage court. His right front is brewing another abscess. Poor guy.
Brett had both Flash and Mufasa in the oak pasture in the time it took me to move Jackson a few feet. Once we got off the spongy grass covered ground and onto the packed dirt pathway, Jackson stopped and looked me with eyes that said he just couldn't make it all the way to the oak pasture. We were right next to the donkey pasture so Brett opened the back gate and we put him in there. He thanked me and got to work on the grass, which must have been very tasty judging by the way he was ripping at it with his teeth.
Tuffy wasn't too sure about sharing his pasture with Jackson. When Jackson is sound, he enjoys chasing Tuffy. Of course, he isn't in any shape to chase anything right now. What is he doing in here??!
Are you listening to me?? I want him out. Now.
Sorry Tuffy. Deal with it. Jackson is moving in until his abscess bursts. Put on your big boy pants.
With the animals safely tucked in for the night, I headed into the house and made dinner. Black rice with mangos, oranges, peanuts and watercress, all tossed together with a lemon honey vinaigrette.