Manger

I am horse feeder extraordinaire -- hauling hay bails on a sled from the storage barn on hard pack, blizzard blown snow.  At the barn door, I sternly admonish animals to "back-up," and make room for me.  The horses scoot, practiced enough to know if they do not give way, I will not proceed with their ration.  Three horses jostle for position at the outdoor feeder.  The Pony drives off the Mare.  I lift my bundle and dump hay into the trough.  Winter, minus 39 degrees did not deter me even when kids refused to bundle and help.