Reason #634 Why Hank Hates Hickory

Although most of the earlier reasons involve Sheep Bowling or just General Principle, reason #634 Don't Sleep On My Bed!!! may rotate higher in the list.

It's been down in the teens for the last few nights. While Hank has never acted cold (as opposed to Hickory who seems a bit perturbed by the whole "misrepresentation of moving south"), I have noticed that he does prefer to sit on some hay on really cold nights.

I set several piles of eating hay out along the top of the hill in front of the run in stalls for the Handy and Hickory. The other night I took a half a bale of some old bedding hay and shook it out into a fluffy pile for Hank.

"Here Hank. This is for you."

That's all I did. All I said. He 'got it' that that particular pile was his. Handy moseyed over to check it out and Hank growled at him.

"Get away from my hay!"

"Okay."

This is why that while Hank doesn't like Handy, he doesn't hate Handy. And what does enemy #2 (coyotes come first...usually) do?



He lays down in Hank's bed.



Oh Hickory...



You are pretty cute. Not that Hank cares.



Beautiful, but frosty morning. Handy has to eat behind bars so Hickory doesn't steal his food. Seems to be a pattern here ;-).