Free Range Horse

Poor Jackson has remained cooped up in the covered roundpen, while the other horses are back out in pasture.  He can't tolerate muddy, or even damp, ground.  I'm trying to get through one winter, just one winter, without any abscesses.  October was very wet and the pastures have not dried.  Saturday, I let him graze by the barn for an hour or so.  He was in heaven.

I did the same thing Sunday -- he was out most of the afternoon.

He stuck to the area between the barn and the boys pasture initially.  Tex came over to the fence and watched enviously.  The grass in the pasture has been nibbled very short.  The grass outside the pasture, where Jackson was eating, was a couple inches deep.

Flash joined Tex at the fence.  They looked at me.  "Ahem, when is it our turn?"

Jackson and I pretended that we didn't see them.  He kept on grazing and I sat in a plastic chair, cat on my lap, with my eyes closed, relishing the warm sun on my face.