Muzzled Mouths...Not

This is a picture I took a couple weeks ago. I've been saving it for a busy(ier that usual) day when I am going to try to get a lot of work caught up so I can go snorgle some more lambies ;-).

Saint Tim was cleaning out the sheep barn - think several trips out back with the manure spreader through a couple of gates, and trust me, these punks are not. helpful. It's easiest to just throw them in prison. This also gave me a good opportunity to fit the three fatties (Hickory, T-Bone and Gato) with grazing muzzles.

The super lush green grass can be very dangerous in the early spring and sometimes again in the fall. Overeating, while not good for any of us (unless it involves chocolate ;-), can kill horses by causing colic, founder... In the past I've had great luck using grazing muzzles - like a plastic and web bucket with a hole in the bottom that slows down their eating. All the horses wore them and stayed safe.

Now that Handy's gotten up in years, he actually needs all that grass. Which means he doesn't wear a muzzle. Which means he takes it off his best friend T-Bone. Who then takes it off his best friend Gato and then rips it off his new friend Hickory. Rinse and repeat.

I've tried adding tape to all the key parts. Tim wired up something on Hickory's last night. It's off again this morning. We're using the popular Best Friend Grazing Muzzle. Any suggestions?

In the meantime, I'm headed out to see if my saddle still fits an "I can't believe I ate the whole thing" bloated, lazy, fat piggy. And then I'm going to get a lot of work caught up so we can return to our regularly scheduled programming of more cute lambies :-D.