Red is fitting in with the group great; one horse left to introduce (the mare). When I arrived today, Red and Rhio were in the shed together - poking their heads around the corner to see what I was up to, and coming over to cross the rushing water to have their hay as if their pasture had always contained an icy torrent coursing through it.
|Rhio assesses the rushing water.|
|And unconcernedly walks across it.|
|To reach the hay on the other side!|