It rained all night last night – not complaining, this is California after all…
When I emerged to feed this morning – remember, I spent all Spring and Summer working for and erecting lovely shelters – I had 9 mudballs, instead of 9 horses.
Why do they do this?!
Usually, I find that they are more prone to mudballness after the initial rains of the season. If it is a plague of rain or Noah Epic rain, they usually take cover – eventually. But for the first few downpours, they all stand in it, lay in it, look up and marvel in it…
On a side note, ‘horses marveling in the rain’ always reminds me of when I had newly rescued Sam. She had been rounded up in Nevada and probably hadn’t felt rain for a very long time. So, during the first downpours in Grass Valley, Sam stood out in the rain with her head raised – as if she was at a spa. She loved the rain that day and no amount of coaxing or cookies could bring her in. As the years went on, she was totally normal about rain. But that first time, she reveled!
OK, back to my mudballs.
As we all know, the earth here at the new place is clay and sand. Very slippery. So my guys all look like they’ve just emerged from a potter’s wheel. Or maybe they look like artists’ sculptures before they are turned to bronze.
BEHOLD – THE CLAY HORSES!
I GAVE THEM ALL BUCKETS AND WENT BACK INSIDE…
As you can see, they were all eating when I took these photos. It was also raining. Everyone had their buckets full of goodness and I ran back inside.