When I feed the horses I have to tie them up so the greedy ones don’t annoy the others.
The worst is the little one, Shari, who’ll pick up the rim of the rubber bucket with her teeth and drag it away from a bigger horse, or just muscle in with her shaggy head.
I tie her up outside my house fence, just above the small dam.
There are often animals drinking there or feeding around the bank, like this family of Eastern Grey kangaroos.
Even if I’m going crook on Shari — a common occurrence — or calling the other horses to come, they remain undisturbed at the noise.
I warrant a brief interruption, a look — but oh, it’s only her — and they resume grazing. Human or horse: it’s just another animal.
By the way, anyone fancy a small fat pony, cute but cunning, and with Houdini abilities?