When we drive up his ears sit forward, his eyes light up. He struts quickly to the fence with his mane swinging back and forth (quite beautiful). He watches us get out of the car. Then he starts to pace back and forth trying to hurry us up. When we get out, he peeks through the fence boards with his piercing, quizzical blue eyes watching us steadily for that container with the goods in it. Oh hurry! Hurry he tells us! We pour his precious, sweet, delicious
oats in his purple bucket and set it on the wooden fence. Not even able to get it hooked on the boards, his head plows in. He hardly comes up for a breath while he eats. You should hear him licking the very last bits of his
oats
...I wish I could record it...quite hillarious and cute. Well, it's just what he loves.
Oats.