Again with the gooberishness (is this a word?) today. We are in the process of moving barns, same horses, new location. Fella made it to his new pasture today...along with several others. The barn manager has not moved all of her equipment yet, so she found a smallish water trough to use between my horse's pasture and his next door neighbors until she moves the bigger troughs. Apparently this was too tempting for Fella. She told me that shortly after she had it filled and between fences so that everyone could reach, Fella was at it lifting it up and dumping it out.
Funny part was he would only dump the water when the other horses came to drink, he would leave it alone otherwise. Needless to say, he doesn't care for the horses next door...perhaps that is why he decided they didn't need to drink.
She got tired of refilling it, so she finally decided to wait near him to catch him dumping water, and surprise, surprise, he would only do it whenever she looked away!