The horses are starting to shed out their winter coats. That coupled with unseasonably warm weather this weekend, has made the horses itchy and hot.
When they see me with the shedding blade, they follow me around like I have candy.
While I run the blade over Lucy, she grooms Pistol on the withers.
When I turn my attention to Pistol, who is shedding huge handfuls of white hair, Lucy prods me with her nose.
None of them want me to stop. --except Mufasa who can't decide if he is scared to be touched with that metal weapon or thrilled with the feel of it scratching away the itchy loose fur.
Even the donkeys enjoyed a turn. As I was working on Jackson, I felt a nudge against my lower back. I turned, and there was Tuffy's butt, right up against me, waiting to be scratched.