In between herdsmanship duty assignments at the county fair last week we made quick trips out to the horse barn to check in on Curly. He was terribly lonely out there while everyone else was playing at the fair grounds! He became a regular "pocket pony," following us everywhere we went.
On Monday, however, he wasn't so lively and just stayed in his stall the whole time we were there. Plus he had eaten only half of his breakfast. This is very unusual for our boy - he's typically a big vacuum, sucking up every last bit of hay he can get his lips on. So many things could be wrong and we hated to see him so not his normal self. Being concerned, E. had grandma drive her out to the barn again on Tuesday.
Then we found out what had happened...and it wasn't tummy trouble. Or at least not honest tummy trouble! Curly had been let out to graze in one of the smaller areas near the hay barns...and the stinker broke into the storage areas and ate 1/3 of a bale of hay! No wonder he didn't eat his breakfast!
