I was putting fly-spray on my mares injury because gnats were getting in it pretty bad and irritating her... and heard a huge commotion up at the barn. I looked up and Dia (short for Diablo) was in the barn, in front of the tack room, with his feed bag hanging out of his mouth... By the time I got up to the barn (I was in the backyard near the truck) Dia had strewn all of his feed (and I mean all of it... probably a good 35 to 40 pounds) on the ground in the barn and was having a feast.
I ran him out of the barn and put the feed back in the bag (thankfully he threw the feed onto the soft ground and half onto/near the old, empty feed bags I keep up there to soak up water when it rains. I was able to scrap most of the feed into one of the empty bags and pour it back into the original bag, then closed and locked the tack room door.
Dia must have grabbed the latch to the tack room and jerked it open, because I had closed it before I went to put the spray on my mare... I just hadn’t locked it. I’m going to have to remember to lock it when I let him out... He only got about a pound or two of the feed, which is what he gets daily, so I’m not going to worry about him or call my cousins and tell them, because they’ll worry and they’re only 13 and 15 years old.
Still though... I better remember to lock my tack room door when he’s in the yard... my two horses don’t ever go up to the barn unless I’m fixing their feed, but Diablo knows right where his feed is and, apparently, is determined to get it!