I’ve discovered “horse carrots” and bought a huge bag of them for £2 at the local feed store. I keep them in the back seat of the car and always break a few up for the horses in the pasture closest to the lane. Two younger horses are kept in the same field as the old one and are quite cheeky. There’s lots of mud and water along the fence and he doesn’t trust his footing there. So the two feisty lads get their carrots toot sweet and then a I throw one at him so he can get it without being nudged and shoved.
His mane is almost three foot long, his hairs on his neck just about that long and his hooves are all over-grown with white fringe. His back makes a perfect crescent. But his eyes are sharp as is his hearing. He knows the word “carrot” and will come if I say, “Gee UP, laddy!” He’s stolen my heart. Plain and simple. My brown-eyed boy. Bless.