We’ve converted Hal and Charlie into free range horses. Rather than turning them out in the arena, we just open their stall doors and let them wander where ever they want. The back yard is fenced, why confine them to one section?
To further boost their ‘environmental enrichment’, and despite Hal’s issues with hay, from time to time we’re dropping a bale of bermuda hay (the less tasty kind) so the boys can get in touch with their herbivore roots. They pick at it, but don’t dive in like they did when hay was their primary food source, and when they got alfalfa or timothy, the yummier kinds.
Bermuda hay is very loose and messy, unlike alfalfa or timothy which hold together. As loose at it is, and as relatively gentle as the horses seem to be with it, I couldn’t understand why it keeps ending up in a pile resembling what the grower had just cut down.
Tonight I found the answer. It’s not the hay that’s the problem, it’s what’s in it. It appears we have some sort of burrowing creature inhabiting our hay bales.