It has been a tough winter and the horses were showing a bit of that strain. Their environment had deteriorated badly with the winter melt and spring rains…
…so when my friend said she was moving her horses back to her own barn, I asked if ‘my boy Romy’ could move too.
Anyone who lives in a northern climate will tell you of the joy horses and other animals exhibit when they get their first sweet taste of green spring grass.
We rode our horses the couple of kilometres to their new pastures and were a little concerned that the change in their home could be disconcerting for them…but we couldn’t have been more wrong!
From the moment they arrived and their hooves sank into the greener pastures they were in horse heaven. Their heads went down and they started savouring the sweet, green grass and even as we tried to take their bridles off they resisted, so that they could gobble as much as possible in case we took them back to their previous muddy abode.
Even the laying hens have a snazzy new home…
Spring has come to the country and our steeds have moved on to greener pastures…all is right with the world!