Naturally, since he's a horse, he found a way to make this a problem. In the winter they put round bales in the paddocks. On Monday it rained, poured and rained again. I get up there midday and find him standing out in the rain, soaked to the skin, with his piggy face in the round bale. Normally he hates rain and would take shelter, but hay apparently trumps being dry. It took me 2 hours to get him completely dry. Now it's back to blankets. Why do they always find a way to sabotage us??