The pasture is all but dead. No rain=no pasture. Most of what is still green are the weeds that the horses don't touch. And I can't leave anything on her in the pasture, she rubs herself bloody (doesn't matter if it's a halter, fly mask, grazing muzzle, etc) I've been working to exercise her trying to get her weight down.
Pretty words are not always true and true words are not always pretty.
My treasurers do not twinkle or glitter, they neigh in the night and glow in the sun
Last edited by Eclipse295; 07-13-2012 at 12:58 PM.