Fresh Water And Over Cleaning Your Horses
Once in a while, I used to attain some sort of euphoria in my horses’ Barn. It sometimes happened shortly after the stalls had been scoured and cleaned, and each horse had received his ration of hay, grains and water. Passing breezes would produce music from the halters hanging around the stalls. It also typically occurred when the weather was glorious, neither too hot, nor too cold, and the flies had not yet checked in. There might have been one or two birds trilling round the barn, adding to the idea that all was right with the world, at least as much of it as was contained in the barn.