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After serving up pans of feed to our four horses, I make sure their slow feeder hay boxes are topped off and ready for the long and cold winter night. They emphatically chomp down the small dose of nutrition provided in the pellets and then move directly to the hay to fuel their internal furnaces against the sub-zero chill.

Last night the evening was so serene I paused with them and recorded the scene.

The slow feeders are a great success for us. Especially when we fill them with hay the horses like.

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