We’re into the winter feeding schedule at the pasture, which means the hay truck has become the new object of interest.

No more nibbling delicious sweet green grass. Breakfast and dinner come in the form of flakes of hay tossed from the bed of a pickup that has frankly seen better days.

But the horses don’t care what the truck looks like.

They just care that it comes.

At the regularly scheduled time.

And is filled with hay.

Somewhere around three in the afternoon, the herd gathers by the pond (and close to the gate) to wait for the truck.

A few mill about, but most are laser focused on the hay barn.

“Did you just see something move over there?”

“I can’t tell if it’s the truck. Keep a sharp eye. They should be here soon.”


The horses quickly picked up the shift from the summer to winter-feeding routine. They have no watches or timers, and yet they know exactly what time it is. Of course they’re hungry, which adds a significant incentive!


It reminds me of one of our favorite vacation spots in Mexico. It’s a wonderful little hotel completely off the grid.

That means no electricity.

We set our watches aside when we’re there. What’s the point?

So when the sun sets, the hotel guests begin to wander to the dining room.

We usually gather first in the lobby for a cocktail and to hear about the many adventures of the day. Like the horses, we quickly attune ourselves to the rhythm of the place.

We know exactly (give or take) when dinner will be served.

And like the horses we mill about, occupying ourselves with margaritas and small talk until the main event. I couldn’t tell you the actual dinnertime. But I can tell you that a meal is served every single night. And we manage to get ourselves there with no help from a clock or watch or dinner bell.

It’s amazing really what happens when we get in synch with the natural rhythms around us. I usually have to go camping or off the grid in Mexico to allow myself to wind down and tune in.

It’s something the horses have known forever.