(Lilly: Just set out the hay and no one gets hurt)
Today it was our turn to help out at the barn and do a morning feeding.
We get a slightly reduced board since we have two horses (well, we did, but now we don't, but soon we will...) and the deal is that we help out on occasion.
Our BO must have had grave concerns assigning us this task because she walked me through the feeding three times.
So off we went, Sierra and I, to feed at 7 am.
Our barn has a complex series of feeding rituals. The least complex is that everyone gets a wide variety of feed and supplements. Much more complex is the line up.
Some horses come in. Some stay out. Some are fed in ground pans. Some in buckets. Some in hay containers. Some have to be shooed away, others have to be drug back out.
I've been in Shakespearean plays with less stage direction and fewer strong personalities.
We did pretty well except when Sierra forgot to close the gate and the Paso Fino escaped into the aisle when he found his door inexplicably open.
I swear he was chuckling under his breath as we yelped and began shooing him back into his pasture area. He was the calmest one in the aisle, that's for sure.
It's a good thing we're just planning on having our own horses - I think my management skills are barely enough to handle two...