Since we put new hay rolls in the paddock on Wednesday, Jonathon has hardly moved – except for his jaw. Greedy horse! Rather than move from his spot in front of the hay roll, Jonathon reached right across the top to sniff me out for possible treats yesterday. Since then, he dug several horsehead-shaped holes in the top of the bale, effectively coring the roll before the whole thing collapsed. Calais helped him to spread it far and wide, and crap on top of it, before moving on to the second hay roll and claiming it for himself. Great.
We thought putting out multiple hay rolls might keep the horses moving around rather than just setting up camp in one spot. I’ve had enough of their legs filling with fluid just because they are too busy stuffing their faces to bother moving! They are proper greedy gutses, and they’ve got the bulging haybellies and lack of topline to prove it.
Johnny has always been obsessive about food, especially carrots. He bites into his hard feed like he has to chomp it dead, first, before actually chewing and eating it. Feeding him treats is rarely fun. He will snatch the carrot from your hand without letting you pat him, flexing his neck right around to one side, then the other, keeping his face out of reach. Then, before he has even finished chewing, he will come at you for more – nostrils-first, vacuuming you spasmodically, casing you like a sniffer dog at the airport. It is reassuring to have a fence, or gate – or a hay roll! – in between Jonathon and a carrot, just to prevent him from bowling you over to get to the treat.
I am a pushover when it comes to my old man, I let him get away with all kinds of stupidity. I often discipline him if he’s pushy around food, but mostly I find his antics amusing. His personality and his quirks are what drew me to him in the first place, and I would hate to police that out of him. His dislike of being patted, his carrot obsession and endless vacuuming are annoying, but not dangerous. We are both true grumps, Johnny and me, both very silly, so we suit one another.
Turns out, I did have a carrot for him, and of course, he got it. He did have to stretch for it though!