Their birthday morning stated off pretty rough, if you were to ask them. Which no one did. Ask them, I mean, but they started screaming bloody murder about 7:30 this morning, alerting the whole neighborhood that they were being neglected. They were starving to death and even dragged the feeder over to the gate to prove to us that it was (mostly) empty.
There were still a few bites of hay in there, but they knew they would need that so they wouldn't actually perish of starvation while Jay and I put the new bale out.
Do you see how neglected they are? Skin and bones, the lot of them.
We were forgiven once the new bale was put out, even if it took us far too long in their opinion.
Once they had a few hours on the new bale, L.E. and I pulled the girls for a little afternoon ride in the backyard. Skeets wasn't thrilled, but I was. She's lost some weight, and I had to do some adjusting of her tack. The new "extreme slow feed" hay net is doing its job.
I didn't have any birthday carrots for them, so after our ride, Jay and I ran into town for a couple of errands and picked some up on the way home.
They were appropriately appreciative, and would have eaten the whole bag of they'd been allowed to.
Overall, I think they had a pretty good birthday. (At least this year, I didn't make them wear party hats like I've done in the past!)
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