and the one that apparently doesn't know how to jump at all (Hello hanging legs! Goodbye fence!).
Then move on to the 2yo who clocked me in the face so hard I saw stars. We had a RESPECT! session and now he will not come any closer then the end of his leadrope. Which is fine by me.
So temps dropped to -14 this week but the horses still had to get fed. First I had to get to the barn. Which meant getting dug out of this
and this getting towed out. Who knew you could spin your tires so hard you blew one and set your car on fire?
This is the washrack after the hot water heater kicked the bucket and dumped water all over the place and I couldn't get the door open to dump frozen buckets and said SCREW IT! You can see the heat lamp to prevent the spigots from freezing again.
These are the back up buckets for when I said SCREW IT to solid bricks of ice. You can drink from the bucket I give you or SCREW IT!
This is the hose that had to be dragged in and out of the tack room every day to water horses. Damn hose.
Here is the feedchart to make sure everyone gets fed. Damn horses.
I made a list of all the horses and a basic description (damn those chestnut mares). DAMN THE REST TOO!
All the feed is labeled YEAH FEED!