Blue And Remy

The little horses are enjoying life now that they're accustomed to the new routine and wearing their grazing muzzles. They happily eat grass all day long. They just can't eat it as fast as they used to:

Hot days are few and far between this time of year, but the shade of the Box Elder tree is available when it does get hot:

There was a section of long neglected pasture near the fence by the gravel road and the little horses recently discovered it contained a lot of good eating:

"Remy, your butt stinks!"

And the little guys don't hesitate to roam far and wide across the south field:

I said they were accustomed to their grazing muzzles, but that doesn't mean they can't shuck them every so often. Well, actually it's mostly Remy who gets his off his head now. If I don't see it right away, I take the tractor out in the field so I can search from a seat high up and with an unobstructed view. It can also cover a lot of ground in a hurry:

  This time Remy managed to shuck the entire apparatus intact, and he did it behind the old silo base where it was difficult to find:

Every day I bring them into the barn for the night. If it's been a hot day, they are covered with bot fly eggs which must be scraped off lest they ingest them. On cool days (which, thankfully, are now more common), the bot fly eggs are either few or nonexistent:

The little horses seldom get this far apart and I was surprised to find them away from each other:

I had just cleaned the barn floor when I took this photo and was driving the tractor. Blue was not impressed:

Remy used to like to bite the soft tractor parts when I wasn't looking, but the grazing muzzles have spoiled all his fun:

They live a happy life, but I just noticed that Blue was eating next to a cow pie in this picture. I'll have to speak to him about that and get him to mend his ways: