Sunday, January 24, 2016

Poor Hickory

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."

Poor Hickory.


17 comments:

Anchor Cottage said...

I love your stories.

Mary Ann said...

Great post!

Alice said...

Awwwe! I'm surprised he didn't neigh and raise a ruckus!

Linda said...

Tee Hee cute

Linda

Lori Skoog said...

Looks like he's keeping his blanket on!

ewespin said...

Fun when you can sort out those little mysteries! Gotta love those horses.

Bonnie K said...

Funny!

Shirley said...

Good thing you checked on him!

Far Side of Fifty said...

:)

LannieK said...

Sneaky... Bet Hickory doesn't let that happen again :-)

MarmePurl said...

So nice for us to have a fun visit with the horses.

I need orange said...

So rude, locking your brother in where he can't get the hay! :-)

sophy0075 said...

Whoever thinks animals don't have personalities is a fool!

I have two cats (would have more, but DH won't let me). Faith thinks she's being brilliant by dining at Tabitha's dish of dry food before she tucks into her own dish. Tabitha thinks *she* is the smarty-pants (smarty-purr?) because she eats Faith's wet food while Faith is crunching away on the ("icky" says Tabitha) dry stuff.

Susan said...

Well, can't blame that on the sheep :)

Christine said...

Love the whiskers on his chin in this shot.

Linda said...

....and you got to be his hero.

T.L. Merrybard said...

That is such a hopeful face. He trusts you are coming to save him... but if you could just come a little bit faster please. :)

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