Stalling

Is our horse unusual? Chance, the Middle-Aged Morgan, does not like to go in his stall. He's an outdoor guy. But this icy Vermont night, it is currently 17 degrees at only seven o'clock, the wind is howling, and there were snow flurries all day so Chance has mini-icicles studding his coat, mane, tail, whiskers, and eyelashes.

Feeling sorry for him, I brought him into the sheltered, roomy box stall but Jim made the executive decision for an overnight stay. We know he'd rather be out, but we'd rather he stay in tonight . . . in the confined, protected stall where the pushy, noisy wind won't ruthlessly drive him around the pasture all night.

Since his arrival here on Mt. Pleasant two months ago, he has reconciled somewhat with the stall thing, I have to admit. Our place is familiar to him now, and as long as he has his premier hay (thanks Edie at Trumbull Mountain!) he doesn't pace so frantically anymore. Some fresh shavings and water, a thorough brushing and hoof check by his main man and devoted attendant, Jim, a pre-bedtime visit for pets, hugs, and one last flake of premier hay (thanks Edie!), and he is good to go for the time.

Chances are he will be rested, warm, peaceful, and eager to greet the day in the pasture tomorrow morning.  MORNING UPDATE: shavings all over his face, throughout mane & tail, and on his right side. A nice sleep...not standing up, very calm when led out to paddock. Good decision, Jim. We'll see what the weather is tonight.

What does your horse think about being in a stall?