Today we worked on the shelter for their hay bale. Didn't finish yet. They get hand fed - today 5 wheelbarrows of hay are in the pasture. 3 they gobbled down while we were working, put more in for the night.
They got their lovely buckets and got scratches from me.
Teddy gets his granules + tea + carrot peals, some ginger, lemon (brother is making health tea) and his vitamins.
Grand gets Stud cubes, ground wheat, tea, and all the veggy stuff. Oh, both got 2 handfuls of alfalfa blend.
I don't think they have gone to inspect the new shelter yet (they were cut off from it for the day, and then I opened the fence again later.
Didn't get to ride because its very boggy in my fields now, and it was too late to go to the forest. However, I did scratch them first with my brushes - Grand almost fell over when I was rubbing his back from the whithers to the tail.. he LOVED it a little too much.. I guess he is cowardly but very expressive. Just had to keep his head in check, he kinda has the idea sometimes maybe he can scratch me too. So we are working on keeping our boundries.
Later I attempted to do a few lunge circles, more like checkup on groundwork for both. Grand - I cannot say if he is still lame or its the boggy ground (their feet sink in with almost every step and lunging would destroy my field) Checked up on yielding his hindquarters and backing up. Sometimes he stands there as if he didnt understand what it meant. Well from teddy he gets it
Teddy try to ignore some of my cues for backing up, yielding his hind, worked on sidepass away from me ofc (no idea how to make him do it towards me anyway) finally we got something that looked like a sidepass..
He is EXTREMELY stiff on the right side (suddenly he was putting his head out a lot more when trotting on that side) and he is very responsive to my rope halter (the thinner one) though sometimes when he gets a harsher pull he panics a little. Grand respects that halter perfectly, and was chewing and thinking a lot today.
Overall their manners are good..
Apart from when I went out to get them to lunge... I saw:
I mean, there is a shelter with dry old hay to sleep in.. why does he have to push half his food in the mud? Though I got to pet him again.
They are 2 happy boys who love me to bits, and I love them too! How could anyone NOT love them?
(btw, the only other person apparently to enquire about Grand when he was up for sale was a meatbuyer gypsy man.. The owner said NO, he will rather stay here and we will pull the ends together, not become meat.)
I guess most people are put off by a 1 eyed horse.