Billy’s much better, and back in his pickup making rounds . . . or at least round. He’s still up to only one a day, instead of the five or six he used to make. He’s doing so well that I have more time to be outside, watching the goings-on around the place.
Today I got out there just as friend-and-boarder Lori B. was giving her horses, Remy and Gambler, a couple of oranges. Now I never knew horses would eat oranges; I would have thought the bitter pith would put them off. But . . . well, just look.
“Oh, boy! She’s got oranges!”
“Look, Remy! I got her!”
“My turn! Let’s see what I can do . . . ”
“Mmmmm . . . nice and messy!”
They’ve had oranges before, and obviously know how to handle them; much like an apple. But it is certainly messier!