First time out for a hack around the fields yesterday, for the first almost-warm day since last Fall. All the horses either were being nutbags in the warm sun or sleeping in the warm sun.
It’s my belief that some horses pick something new to spook at each year, just to entertain themselves on the trail. This gets harder when horse is in mid-20s, as most things have already been tried. This year, it appears that the fella has chosen the stock tanks. Yes. The tanks suddenly are Very Dangerous because they were turned on their sides with the ice melting out of them. There was much snorting and blowing, staring at The Evil while dancing sideways, and even a very pathetic effort at possibly considering the value of a tiny rear, however, mom was already laughing and it was such a nice day… fella gave up spooking as being too much work.
