Jorgen comes in from the field each day with his halter jauntily off one ear. I wonder if another horse is pulling him around by the head, or if he is being "cool" like a boy wearing a ball cap to the side.
He was spooked this morning and ran up the hill when I lifted the hay feeder off the bit of hay left. No other horse was out. He rolled deliciously in the sun, then, figuring the danger was over, returned to see if he could now get at that hay. It was then I noticed he already had his halter askew. He is doing it by rolling.
He is quite the alpha horse, despite being the smallest. I might even go so far as to say he is "pissy", meaning he would stand in the middle of all the hay and well, pee on it rather than let anyone else have any. The other two stand delicately at the edges, eating what they can before he squeals. Notice how he puts his whole pie hole in the hay.
Lazarus is another one that has a more difficult personality. He is somewhat mentally ill, but tolerable if you know how to deal with him. He lives outside, mostly. When we had a storm this week, he was in the house (why??) and was so nervous, he went feral. He wanted out! Now! I couldn't get him out the door because he would try to attack me. I finally propped it open and ran him out. Today, he was loving, rubbing all over my legs and allowing me to hold him. I have to feed him in the tack room because a four pound hen will run him off of his cat food and steal it.
We have four chicks as of today. I think the other two eggs will not hatch but we'll give them a little more time.