When we bought Brunhilda, we thought she was a hen. But we’re beginning to think that he’s a rooster:
And we are definitely moving Misty’s feed dish:
We are each given our own special kind and amount of horse food twice a day (in addition to hay and carrots), and nobody’s staying on their diets. 🐎
Including me—I can’t reach over and raid her dish, but I can eat up what she spills. 🐴