While I was sitting still in the back yard, I looked over my shoulder to see this little knob head sneaking up on my salt lick. My pearless protector of all things on the acreage was sound asleep in a sunny spot. That's ok, 'cause he knows he can't catch a whitetail. Besides, that requires effort.
There are 6 or 7 of these youngsters hanging out in the area. This one seemed to have a craving for salt.
This guy is Boom in his winter coat. He is also known as the "Wooley Mammoth".
Boom is the old timer of the area. We think he is between 24 and 30.
The last picture is Boom again, almost finished shedding one big mass of hair. Same horse, 6 months apart. We do not have a barn ( yeah, no mucking out to do!) and we don't supply horse blankets. The horses have a shelter to get out of the wind, and a very thick coat to combat the cold. Fresh snow will not melt on their backs and forms another layer of insulation.
For those of you with herd bound horses, I think I have found the solution!
I put them on fresh grass for about an hour. That mellows them out. Then I put a saddle and tack on one and lead that horse for about a mile. By the end of the mile, I appear to be the leader. I then climb aboard and continue away from the other 2. I decided to try this as I did have a couple of rodeos going. I figured it's safer on the ground if they blow up than doing a face plant.
Boom is Elaine's horse.
It seems to be working. I had a very enjoyable ride yesterday and today.