Feed Truck

One of the jobs I frequently help Ranch Boy with is feeding his 30 plus some horses. I usually drive the old feed truck while he stands on the back and forks off the hay (my balance is awful so I hate standing on the back.....)

 

The dogs love to feed with us. They bark at the horses and think they are protecting the hay. They always load up as soon as Ranch Boy puts the bales on. 

I love driving the feed truck, but I have to scoot to the edge of the seat because I can hardly reach the pedals. It is hard to start when it's cold and it is full of baling twine and mouse poop (I know, toxic....) and the wipers don't work half the time..... but the 4wd sure does! It's the only thing that prevents us from getting stuck in the snow or spring mud.

Hobbs the Andalusian hangs out and guards the hay. He thinks he is king of the herd right now. He's been chasing the newbies away from the hay. It always bothers me to see that although I know it's normal as they all re-establish herd hierarchy for a week or so.

 

After we feed we halter up Socks. He has a small puncture on his cheek bone that we've been doctoring. Luckily he lets us catch him easily.

Well, it didn't hurt that I had some cookies in my pocket to feed Socks after his medicine.

Cookies? Did you say Cookies?

I really like Socks, I've ridden him a lot. He's a nice ranch horse although he can get a little jiggy on the trails when you're heading home.

While cleaning up Sock's wound we were been harassed by Oreo. The black and white paint is a pocket pony and always following us and nosing into our business!

Another day of feeding chores are done. Goodnight ponies, enjoy your dinner.

Oh wait! I've still got two ponies of my own to feed at home!

Ranch Girl