At night we put our herd into stalls with paddocks attached so they
wander in and out of their stalls at night. We put their weighed
morning hay in cardboard boxes outside their stall doors in the barn
alley. Old Gus sleeps in the attached arena, and we put his morning
senior pellets in a bucket with a loose lid in the alley too.
This morning hubby went to the barn to find evidence of Rooney having
a walk about--as we forgot to latch his stall door. He had eaten and
scattered the morning hay for all the other horses, had eaten Gus's
senior pellets, had popped the lid on one of the crack ***
molasses***s. So there were buckets and cardboard boxes strewn all
about, and one horse poop by the door.
His door was wide open, but Rooney stood behind the invisible door
head*** out of the stall as usual with a molasses covered nose
nickering for breakfast. The lad did not get his breakie. And he is
fine as he only pigged out on hay and about 2 lbs. of Gussie's
pellets. We should have taken a picture of the culprit and his evil
ways<g>. He actually looked a little sheepish about the event.
Boomer and Mo are due to arrive here any minute from the Cariboo with
Monika and Curtis overnighting with us. I'm pacing as I wait --as the
Fraser Canyon and Hell's Gate route is supposed to be treacherous
today with snow and black ice. I will update you on Fool after I talk
with Monika. The latest I heard was that Fool is a little depressed
and lethargic, but is eating and pooping fine. I'll know more later.