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At the moment, we have a small selections of different types of grass hay in the barn. We are running a survey to see which ones they will eat.
Orange plastic string with flag. Local. Most convenient in that store is open when others aren’t. Inconsistent quality. Sometimes they eat it; sometimes they don’t. This lot has already been rejected. Seriously, when I came back after breakfast, both servings were in untouched flakes.
I am not going to force the issue. One does not play food brinkmanship with a 23-year-old hard keeper. Milton will be offered this as an amuse-bouche in addition to his regular meals. Seems unfair to make his entire meal unpleasant just because he eats well.
Orange plastic string. Local. Convenient. Inconsistent. Have not served yet.
Green twine. Local. Convenient. Inconsistent. Seems to go in runs. Great for a while, then they suddenly turn their noses up at it. This batch meets with their approval.
Blue plastic string. What we have been serving. Store has consistent quality and has hay when others don’t. Not convenient. [The Feed Quest Becomes an Exercise in Perception, Store T]
Of course, nothing is as good as shredded money, excuse me, alfalfa. Expensive. Convenient. Everyone always has it, probably because it is expensive. Super palatable. Milton will ignore yellow hay to demand green hay.
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I got sidetracked by The Descent into Madness link and almost forgot to read the post.
Love your links!
My husband managed a farmers’ co-op for years and enjoyed this post—went off describing all the different hay (what is “three-day hay”?). He suggests adding molasses. To be fair, he only knows enough to joke “She has two horses? That’s three too many.” And then he said, “I’m going to hell for saying that.”
“She has two horses? That’s three too many.” 😂
Gary came to this conclusion after filling in at the barn for his friend Prissy after she fell out of the loft. (No offense intended—he liked the horses a lot, but Prissy’s were mostly rescues and they had issues. “You don’t have horses, they have you,” is one of his favorite sayings.)
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