I got all geared up in my fly mask, muzzle, and halter. I know what that means. . .
Grass! Me and the big horses went to the back pasture to enjoy the cool breeze, the sun, and grass. On the way out, I did get to enjoy some mulberries from the many mulberry trees that line the driveway back to the pasture.
First things first when getting released. . .try to get the muzzle off so I can inhale grass at Haflinger speed. But Allie has gotten hip and puts the halter over all the fly mask and muzzle to keep it on. Boo.
|Be off, you food restricting demon!|
Once I resigned to eating grass at a super slow pace and bobbing my head up and down to get the blades in the little hole, I was fine. At least I wasn't the only horse that was silly looking. . .
I also got to finally hang out with my big horse friends. I like them most and usually stand at the gate between the pastures longing to be with them (or their round bale). So I was a happy happy horse!