Hay is for Horses

One of the neat things about where we live is that there's a horse pasture directly to the south of us. We visit the horses on occasion and sometimes give them a fistful of grass to eat. There's not much grass to be found around here in February, but I guess the horses aren't that picky - yesterday one of them took a little chunk out of Gavin's finger! It bled a lot but it turned out to just be a little nick. Nevertheless, Gavin was outfitted with his very first band-aid. I'm surprised it took this long!