Then there's reminding Soda that he CAN be ridden away from Flame and isn't in danger of dying if we're more than 1 block away. I have to clean his saddle/bridle, get him bit fitted and find a new one, and clean the old bridles/saddles. Good thing the man-creature is out of town for three weeks.
Oh I forgot my yearly foray into into boot skating with manure speed bumps. To be quickly followed by the fine sport of wading through slippery mud/manure/ice about 6" deep while attempting to find a dry spot to put hay. That reminds me I need to build some feeders.