When I was a child, my mother was always telling my siblings and me to go outside and "get the stink blown off."
It's been a harsh winter for the horses. Because the ground has been wet and soggy for most of winter, they've been confined to the sandy, paddock area. It gives them enough space to run and kick up their heels.
But it's not the same as a pasture.
Today, I took them to the front pasture where the turf is pretty solid, and they ran, and ran, and ran.
I'm sure they'll smell much better when I bring them in for the night.
Beth's menagerie includes a flock of Katahdin sheep, Buckeye chickens, a llama, Haflinger horses, cats, and four Border collies, including a few that herd sheep. When Beth isn't outside watching the critters, she's writing, working, and convincing her husband that the animals aren't too much extra work.