Yesterday, I mowed the yard. That is the first time in weeks. Brown spots, but the clover was at least growing.
A few more shots of Amy running barrels at the fair, by the fair photographer.
LOL! Ain't that always the way it is. They KNOW they'll get in trouble if they go in the wrong place when Bob's there, but when he's not, then all bets are off. They wanna see if they can get by with grabbing a bite of somebody else's supper and having their own too. Pretty crafty.
When I had my original setup here, if you recall, the stalls were along the back of the barn and to let them in, I’d open the door and Bay and the pony would just walk in.
The daughter of one of the store clerks was going to feed one night because we were going to be very late. I told her 99% of the time, Bay will walk right past pony’s door and into his own. If he doesn’t, pony will be confused for a minute and then go into Bay’s. Only happens once in a blue moon, but if that happens, just LEAVE THEM THERE. Close the gates and leave them. Because at that point, it is fairly complicated for one person to get them switched.
Sure enough, when I got home late that night, they were in the wrong stalls. Horses are pretty good at routines, but if you change one thing (who’s operating the door) they sometimes think all bets are off. ;~)
Yesterday, I mowed the yard. That is the first time in weeks. Brown spots, but the clover was at least growing.
A few more shots of Amy running barrels at the fair, by the fair photographer.