I was taking some snowy sheep pictures this morning and kept hearing an odd squeaking noise coming from somewhere around the barn. I finally determined it was Hickory, rubbing on his closed stall gate.
Wait a minute.......why is Hickory's gate closed? ...and why is he in T-Bone's stall?
The "boys" get a little grain in the morning. They each get the same amount, not much, so I don't bother to shut their respective gates. They eat quickly and let themselves back out. T-Bone never goes in to check Hickory's feed tub. Hickory never doesn't check T-Bone's ;-).
"Boy, that hay sure looks good!"
"Sure wish I could have some of that hay!"
I knew what had happened. That gate falls tight against the eye hook that I'd hook into if I really wanted to lock them in. I've seen the gate get wedged in like this before. The interesting thing is that it can only happen from the outside and with a fair amount of push. It wouldn't accidentally shut like that.
"Yep. T-Bone locked me in here so he could eat all the hay."