So I was out muckin’ the stall the other day, replacin’ Old Daisy’s hay rack like I do every afternoon.<\/p>\n
Now Daisy is a sassy old mare who’s been with us for years.<\/p>\n
Usually she whinnies a hello as I come in, but this time she was fixated on that fresh bale of timothy I was totin’.<\/p>\n
As soon as I tossed the first flake in, she swiveled her hind end around quicker than I’ve ever seen and let out a stream right on top! “What the hay?”, I said.<\/p>\n
Pardon the pun. I had to know – why was Daisy always gotta water the wheat?<\/p>\n
At first I figured she was just bein’ difficult, like usual.<\/p>\n
Maybe tryna show me who’s boss after I made her wait that extra five minutes for food.<\/p>\n
Or maybe gettin’ back at me for givin’ her stall a good muckout every day.<\/p>\n
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized horses don’t usually do stuff without reason<\/a>. There must be some explanation for why Daisy was so eager to christen her chow.<\/p>\n Was she markin’ it as hers? Did she just really like the smell? I had to dig deeper and find the real deal on why horses pee<\/a> where they eat.<\/p>\n After her business was taken care of, Daisy bent her head down and started happiy chompin’ away, just like normal.<\/p>\n But I couldn’t stop wonderin’.<\/p>\n What was goin’ on in that horse brain of hers? Was it an instinct thing?<\/p>\n Was she tryna preserve the hay somehow? I had my work cut out for me if I wanted answers.<\/p>\n Table of Contents<\/p>\n