We've had a strange winter, with alternating snowstorms, cold spells and thaws. I had to walk all the way out to the far end of the pasture during one thaw to snap this picture of Blue, searching for frozen grass to eat. He had hay, but I think instinct drives them to crave green grass, however dead and frozen it may be:
Remy was doing the same:
One thaw was particularly nice, and Blue got to roam the pasture, actually finding some edible grass:
Remy, back by the birch trees which line the far end of the pasture:
But this was winter in the north country, and soon the skies once again darkened. A storm was on the way:
And we got both snow and cold, sometimes with heavy snow:
And sometimes with brutal cold, as low as -14 degrees (F) last night:
The horses can get into the barn whenever they want, but they like to be outdoors, foraging, as much as possible:
Remy is always happy when I walk out to see them. He gave me a big smile:
He also gave me a big yawn. I've been known to have that effect on people too:
Both little horses like to pick through the hay which the cows have wasted:
Even when there is plenty of fresher hay in the bale feeder:
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