When I got to the barn on Thursday afternoon, Izzy revealed that he can now fling a 30 inch ball up and over a five foot fence.
It was at least fun for me to watch him figure the thing out. The horse is smart. He knew there was food in there so he kept rolling the ball and snuffling along in the dirt behind it picking up what fell out. I don't know how he figured it out so quickly, but he did.
Izzy is only seven, a teenager in equine years. Hopefully he'll start to settle down as he reaches the maturity that comes with full adulthood. If not, my barn owner is not going to be too happy when the barn comes tumbling down around our ears!