Oh the poor horses! Today we looked out the front window and saw something out of place. There was a brown lump where there is usually smooth grass.
I looked to the left of the lump and there were the horses and Fiona. They were standing transfixed, with their heads and ears pointed at that mysterious lump. It must have been perceived as a threat.
I had to work so I went back in the house. When I came out to get the mail later, they were still on high alert, not letting that lump out of their sight.
I walked down the driveway, cautiously approaching that threatening lump, which got less and less scary as I got closer.
I was a little confused as to how that fairly significant pile of hay got in the pasture. Then I noticed more hay on the road. Okay, so someone had lost some nice fresh hay as they went down the road. It must have been very windy to blow so far off the road??
I actually took Drew some of the hay, but nope, the group would NOT go anywhere near the hay pike, which is larger now, because I added the road hay. They hadn’t by feeding time. Who could blame them? It appeared out of thin air.
Now, did all that hay really blow into the pasture? No. The mystery was solved later when Lee casually mentioned that he’d found hay on the road on his way back from his daily walk, and tossed it in the field.
Oh.
The horses aren’t sure about it, nonetheless.
The Hermits' Rest 