Hay therapist

A few years back, a friend of mine bought me a t-shirt that said ‘my therapist eats hay’. It made me laugh at the time. There are time I wear it, that the message hits a bit harder.

Today I put it on and headed to the yard to see my ‘hay therapist’. The past few weeks have been a lot, I needed his ears and to spend as much time as I could outdoors and be productive.

Luckily I had three horses to muck out and Buddy to poo pick. So that meant a lot of poo to shovel. It’s funny how calming I find it.

Once Maid Duty was done, I took Buddy out for a chat. He’s a great listener and his fee at the moment is some recovery mash. A pretty good deal huh?!

Not sure we reached any conclusions. Helped me though and that’s what matters. It’s amazing how much just being heard can help sometimes…

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