Thursday, May 16, 2013

Battle of the Bulge 2013

The rich, green grass has arrived, and just like last summer, it's here just as a bossy gelding boarder moves away from our farm to go live with his person at her own farm.  The relocation of the bossy gelding leaves Celby and Sherman alone on 3 acres of slightly-weedy, but still-way-too-much grass, and no one to keep them moving and active.

If I want to avoid another round of Fat Camp for the Bay Boy Wonder this summer, I've got to get him off the grass.  Or off so much grass.  Or off it part of the day.  Or something.

Last summer, we tried a grazing muzzle.  This was neither popular nor successful.

I'll have this off in two hours.  Have fun hunting for it.

So this year, I've been plotting how to sub-divide pasture for him and Celby.

Not comfortable with that preposition.

But, of course, as I'm trying to work this out, we're getting indications that we've got additional boarders coming who will likely need full pasturage.  Of all the potential new horses, there is mention of only one gelding, but he is a paint, which should make things lively for the boys, who really get spooked by paint horses. So one gelding who keeps them active, plus regular riding, should almost neutralize the grass and keep them reasonably fit.

To a Morgan, this might be a cow.  Or a demon.

In the meantime, I still need to get them off the full pasture for at least part of the day.  Yesterday afternoon, I tried the boys out together in the small paddock by the barns.  This is Celby's "bachelor pad" turnout spot, attached to his run-in stall.  We give him this run-in space to keep him active and exercising his 28-year old arthritic legs. In return, he keeps the road-front space tidy and trimmed for us. He even gets to go out sometimes in inclement weather when icy lanes keep the other horses in.

That's right; I'm a senior.  I have seniority to come and go as I please.




After shutting off the one-horse-wide run-in door, I took both boys out yesterday afternoon to finish their day of turnout together.  

Why is this kid in my pad?

Celby was a little perturbed and ran Sherm around a bit, but it looked a lot to me like he was showing him the ropes-- he looked for all the world like a broodmare herding her foal around on its first outing.  These are the fences; these are the footing hazards, hey, those are my mares across that lane, junior, back off!

Then they settled down to eat what there is to eat.


Okay, there are edibles here too...

Sherm seemed quite interested in the activity on the road-- he's never been this close to the motorcycles, tractor-trailers, and other vehicular oddities that pass by on a daily basis.  The neighbors across the road were setting up their camper for weekend guests, which gave the Boy Wonder an afternoon full of entertainment in and around mouthfuls of grass.

Hmmm...fine dining with live entertainment...

By tomorrow afternoon, the boys will probably have caught up to the grass growth and then be living for a few hours a day on scrubbier dry lot.  We'll see if the buildings he can reach survive Sherm's beavery tendencies once the grass isn't there to distract him...

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