Spring is here, and overnight everything in my pasture has exploded into a sea of green. Little yellow flowers on stalks (which I can only assume are non-poisonous even though I don't know what they are, seeing as no horse I've seen in the area is dead yet and every pasture for miles has them) are blanketing the fields. Gogo has taken this fresh growth as a new opportunity to completely ignore any other food I have to offer, and has stopped eating her supplements. Who can blame her, I'd rather not eat anything but green grass either if I were her! This has given me a new drive to force her to wear her muzzle, and starting yesterday I insisted that she give it another try.
Of course, the second she saw me coming with it, she turned tail and bolted headlong, cantering lightly all the way from the front part of her pasture to the back. She maintained her right lead perfectly right from the get-go, performed a lovely and perfect change to the left about halfway across, and then executed another perfect change back to the right when she reached the other side. I was late for work and not about to go galumphing across all of nature to try and reach her, so I just gave up and put her flysheet and muzzle (flymask has already been lost to the depths of my 15 acres) by the gate, and tried again at lunch. As predicted, once I finally reached Gogo across the entire length of the field (gone are the days when she'd come running to me... grass is WAY better than mom), I put her gear on and waited to see how long it would take for her to figure it out. Of course, she didn't figure it out. I watched from my house as she wandered listlessly to and fro across the length of her field, eventually ending up standing pathetically by her gate. She stayed there for hours, again. And when I took off her muzzle, she refused to eat her supplements, again. I'm going to have to get something to mix them with, I think. But what? For being a voracious pig she really can be quite picky when she wants to be.
Mom, take it off!!!
Aaah that's better.
Check out the completely out of control mane. I have given up on it for the moment.... it flipped to the wrong side and continues to be a total wild and hairy nightmare. Also check out the CHUNK.
Ham. Or maybe I should say pork...y.
Happy, fat, gleaming mare. She might be filthy (no matter how much I groom and bathe her, she's just... dirty all the time!), but underneath all that shedding hair I can see dapples trying to escape!
The very special Ridgeway weekend
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