The horses think it's spring. This morning they were out grazing, and when I called them to come and eat their hay, they were in no hurry. In fact, Blue was farther out than the other two, and didn't accompany them at first. Before long I'll be keeping Blue out of the pasture for most of the day, since he has a tendency to overeat. Spring is prime time for founder.
Yesterday I turned Secret out so she could get a taste of green, and she stayed out for about five hours before she came back up, bawling at the gate of her pen until I let her in. Yes, she's spoiled.
Cows can't nip the grass off as short as horses do. Did you know cows have no teeth on top, in the front? And they swallow their food virtually whole, waiting until they find a comfy place to stand or lie down to regurgitate their dinner and chew their cuds.
There really aren't many nutrients in the grass this time of year, so I'll keep feeding hay as long as they're eating it.
This is our local forecast for the next few days. Looks like there will be a slight hold on the grass-growing.
Muhd asked me why barns are red, so I went to Google and found the answer HERE.
The Kansas City Star lays people off about once a week; I think printed newspapers are about to go the way of the dinosaur.
Worlds of Fun and Oceans of Fun are up for sale. Anybody got any good news?
The other day I told Cliff, "I feel fat, old, and toothless."
He answered, "You're not toothless!"
Very funny, Cliff. Ha. Ha.
(I'm not toothless, by the way. It's just that I have a tooth missing near enough the front that it shows. I'm working on getting that taken care of. I hate dental issues, and I really dislike holier-than-thou dentists who seem to think we're all millionaires; just make me a partial, already.)