We've been bringing the horses into the barn during the daytime, to escape the heat, flies and smoke. In the evening, we turn them back out so they can stretch, and roll, and shuffle through the dust that coats everything in September.
Yesterday, as I was tying my boot laces, bent over to the ground, sitting on our old green mudroom bench, Brett said "I think you should bring Tex into the barn at liberty." I laughed, shook my head, and muttered, "yeah, right."
But, as I walked out to the barn I kept thinking about it. I poured Tex's mix of vitamins and carrots into his stall grain bin and realized that Tex's stall would be a reward destination -- full of hay and carrots and tasty vitamins. Tex doesn't love the barn (unlike Lucy), but he does love his bucket in the morning.
We brought in the other horses first. I wanted to make sure that the barn was someplace Tex would want to go. I wanted him to be successful. After Brett slid Flash's stall door shut, I went down to the pasture to get Tex.
Tex did so well, that I walked him at liberty back to the pasture that evening. And back to the barn this morning. I'm thinking he's a pretty awesome horse.