All our livestock is getting hay now, and eating plenty of it. The cows get theirs in a bale ring, so we can give them two or three days' worth at a time. I hand-feed the horses, though; a half-bale in the morning and a full bale at night. Because of their pecking order, I don't put it all in one pile. If I did that, Tude would starve to death, since he's low man on the totem pole, and the other two boss him around. Blue walks toward him with ears back, and Tude leaves.
I make four piles of hay for three horses, so Tude always has a place to go when he's chased away from his plate. He's at another disadvantage today, I noticed: He's limping. His owners were out today to put his blanket on him, so I'm sure they're aware.
We laugh about the blanket, because the low tonight is only going to be around 30... not cold at all to furry, outdoor creatures. But at least it shows that Tude's owners care about him. That's a good thing. They didn't just dump him here, out of sight, out of mind.
David, Snicker's owner, said she might be bred. His dad took her to be serviced, and she was put in with a stallion. However, another stallion in the next pen jumped in and the two males got in a terrible fight. In the process, one impaled himself on a steel post and had to be put down. So they took Snickers home, not knowing whether she was pregnant or not. We're pretty sure she is; the two geldings don't have round tummies like that!