This means war…
Every morning I walk down the hill and am greeted by two of the most wonderful horses I could ask for. Badger usually nickers his hello while Ace screams like an idiot. Ace gets to wait in his stall in the morning while Badger helps me count scoops to ensure that I correctly count everyones breakfast. After everyone is all snug eating their breakfast I usually sit in the tack room on the stacked pine shaving bales while the horse…