All except one of Papa Henry's horses have been moved for the winter, but the folks who live next door have two pasture horses that always come over to be fed. The people don't take care of them and it upsets Ansley to no end. They are all skinny and dirty and she wants to climb through the barbed wire and brush and shoe them. Anyway, we fed them lots of carrots and when those ran out the kids fed them rotten crab apples. They probably caught a little buzz from the fermented apples.