When your horse won’t come in for dinner

Too much grass
Chasing Curly up the hill
Even walking behind Curly she finds time to snack.

Zelda and Curly are digging their new pasture. So much so that sometimes the won’t come up to the fenceline for grain!

up the hill
That hill is good for keeping me and the horses fit.

It gets me a few extra steps when I have to hike down to the bottom of the pasture (and back up again).

The other main advantage to switching the pastures is that Freedom now has the spot next to the walking trail. Many people are drawn to the horses which is a nice way of saying that people want to pet and feed them. Zelda loved this. A bit too much. Like a Walmart greeter she was always front and center up by the fence line. She has mastered the art of looking both hungry and appealing.

Zelda looking appealing
Who wouldn’t want to feed this hungry horse?

Of course, none of these people have any idea of what a horse can — and cannot — eat. That worried us, especially for Curly, who chokes when given pieces of food that are too large. Think carrots or apples.

Freedom is perfect for that location because he’s not food motivated and not interested in people. He’s happy hanging out under the trees, watching his mares. He still comes galloping up from the bottom of the pasture when I whistle, but he’s definitely one of those horses that chooses his human companionship with care.

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