We’re out in the front pasture this morning, which is fine with us.
It’s because Rose wouldn’t put her hooves in the mud by the gate (we had a deluge overnight). She fussed and fumed, and refused to go.
So she and Jewel have the whole far pasture to themselves:
The squeaky horse gets the field. 🐎
Finally, let’s watch Baldy sound like a dinosaur!