Surprisingly, the grass is growing anyway. Which is good because Irish is real wing nut when it comes to grass. I have started to transition them on to the back pasture. In the front paddock that I let them winter in, the grass is also coming in but much less. This helps, so that they are not starting with nothing.
My approach is to let them over to the back field before supper and continue to back it up. Starting this certainly lets me know how aware they horses are of where I am, despite seeming to be oblivious.
|cold but still able to eat grass|
I come out of the house and walk behind the barn. The horses are in the field with their backs to me. When I come out the other side of the barn they are standing at the gate. Oh Hai. It's amazing how they can be like silent and speedy ninjas.
Irish always drop weight this time of year, because he refuses to eat any hay. Preferring to seek out any stray blades of grass.
The other day I took Carmen out for a ride. Irish decided that I was taking them for grass. When that didn't happen he pitched a complete and total tantrum: kicking, squealing, bucking etc.
Carmen: is he okay?
Me: yes. Sort of. He's just being a jerk because he wants grass.
Carmen (hopeful voice): does that work?
Carmen: *sigh* I figured as much. *shrugs* seems like a lot of work anyway.
By this weekend they will be over there for the day and things will calm down.
On a happy note, Carmen continues to be a star. Today there was an ATV zooming up and down the road, backfiring occasionally. She was a little worried at first but then forgot about it and settled into work.
|after the ride, so very mellow|