I honestly do not know if the kid or father feed him before they go to school or work. The earliest I make it down there is after 10:00 a.m. when I finish my morning chores. All I know is that he gobbles up the horse pellets I take him.
What I am sure of is that he has not been fed in the afternoon or evenings in a couple of days. I keep close tabs on him and on the cars in the driveway at any given time.
The father works very odd hours and then disappears for a couple of days. When I do go feed him at night I can see that the television set is on which leads me to believe that at least the kid (more like a teenager) is home.
With the rain and the cold front on the way I made sure he got a very good meal tonight...though I was disappointed he turned down the water I offered him.
Thanks for visiting Walter's World.
This blog always makes me so sad. The mule across the street if gone, and I sure hope it's into a big pasture where he can kick up his heels sometimes. I miss him tho.
ReplyDeleteYou can imagine how it makes me feel having to write it Trouble, but I have to document what happens to this poor helpless horse.
ReplyDeleteI still have hopes that someday this blog can be used in court as evidence against his worthless owners.
Like you...I hope the mule is in a better place. Funny how we get attached to animals that are not even ours.