As the weak watery sun of winter comes up, Floss and I are out feeding all the horses that live here.
Taktur get his morning bucket of grub, while the others have their hay.
He loves his grub bucket and possibly wears some of it.
The others know the bucket is not for them but it doesn’t stop them looking resentful – thank you, Efstur!
We also put out piles of hay twice a day.
Even thought there is little to no grass, no one is starving.
Obviously, if the others needed hard feed then I would give them a bucket but they don’t.
I can’t feel ribs possibly because there are none.
In another field far, far away…… (ok, over the hill)…..
This lot get their morning bucket of food and supplements or a pale imitation of calories.
It all depends on who you are and who needs what.
And then there is the hay as well – twice a day.
Everyone has a thick winter coat.
So they are fed, fine and fat!
We, on the other hoof, are utterly knackered!