The Adventure of the Missing Hay Pile
Milton does not look for his hay. He waits for Rodney to find a pile and then pushes him off. This becomes a problem when Rodney can’t find the hay.
After breakfast, the horses eat their morning hay in the pasture. Lately, I have been putting the two piles high up on the hill to get the horses in the sun/keep them out of the mud. It has not been an easy transition.
First day: Rodney mills around the usual service area. I walk up to the pile and rattle it. Rodney comes over.
Second day: I decide that I wouldn’t show Rodney the hay pile. I want him to solve the problem for himself. I stand back. Rodney searches the breakfast area. Milton comes around the corner. He stands looking at Rodney, ‘Dude, you had one job …’
Rodney continues to mill, looking gormless and lost.
Milton gives up with palpable disgust, walks up the hill, spots a hay pile, starts eating.
Seeing that Milton has hay, Rodney walks as far as the first pile. Milton is not interested in sharing. Rodney circles Milton, looking longingly at the hay, occasionally lipping at stands of dead grass, ‘Why is there only one pile today? Gee, I wish there was another pile of hay for me to eat.’
I start playing hot/warm/cold with Rodney, trying to herd him up toward the second pile. He cuts around me to get back to Milton and the first pile. I consider the possibility of administering horse IQ tests. Milton continues to eat.
Finally, I push Rodney far enough up the hill. He sees the second pile. ‘Oh look, more hay.’
Third day: Rodney goes straight to the hay.
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