Playing Musical Stalls

Tonight while Brett was mucking he let the horses into the pasture but left their turn outs open.  Winston and Flash decided to play musical stalls.

First, Flash ambled into Winston's stall.  He came back out after checking to make sure the gate was in working order.  He didn't seem too impressed or interested in Winston's dirty stall.  Flash leaves his manure in one or two neat piles.  Winston scatters his everywhere,

Meanwhile, Winston gleefully went into Flash's stall.  And stayed there.

...until Flash went in and chased him out.

Once Flash left the immediate area, Winston was back for more.  He's a typical five year old, wanting to play the game over and over and over again.

Flash, being the grumpy old man alpha horse, doesn't have to do much more than wave his head at Winston to get him to skedaddle outta there.

Donkey Days

Brett went up to the Santa Ynez valley to help my dad on a project Wednesday, leaving before 4am.  That left me to do the morning chores on my own which I thought would be okay since my foot has been feeling stronger lately.  However, I put in long days at work on Monday and Tuesday and was exhausted by Tuesday evening.  I woke up Wednesday morning, after a night spent dreaming about sleeping -- I figure it must be a sign of exhaustion if you have to double your sleep by dreaming about it too -- and I was dragging.  I put on my walking boot and headed to the barn.  Unfortunately, I seem to have worn out the air pump so I couldn't pump up the boot and fully support my foot.  I hobbled very slowly down to the barn, with the heavy boot flopping on my foot.  I got the horses their buckets of vitamins and started mucking the pasture.  It was very slow, sore going.  The donkeys assumed that I was taking so many breaks so that I could give them butt scratches and ear rubs.  And, how could I resist?

Finessa: Stop mucking and rub my face.

Tuffy did an inspection of my muck rake

Tuffy:  Um, not much in here.  You're kinda slow at this, aren't you?

Don't you want to scratch us some more?

 

Jackson:  Why do they get all the attention?  And when do we get our hay?  I'm starving in here.

Tuffy: Simmer down big boy.  Why don't you roll, it'll make you feel better.