I puttered around on the two front lawns while Reggie smoothed out Izzy's holes; he had at least three. While Reggie was at it, he scraped down the dried-out manure piles and spread them as well.
Before he drove the tractor in, he laughed about first needing to pick up all of Izzy's toys. He said he likes to heap them up in a pyramid shape because he knows that Izzy enjoys dismantling the pile. Notice the newly built pyramid.
While Reggie was still smoothing things out, I put Izzy on the other side (it's crossed fenced), and fed him his beet pulp and Platinum. When Reggie drove the tractor out, I locked the outside gate and opened the dividing gate to let Izzy have both sides again. Reggie came over to watch.
Izzy left his beet pulp and immediately went to investigate Reggie's handiwork. He sniffed the newly leveled ground, came over to both of us to give his approval, and then made his way back to his dinner.
Reggie and I both laughed at Izzy and hoped the work had met my big brown horse's expectations. The way in which he checked it out left us no doubt what he was doing.
Sometimes, being in shorts and flip flops is as productive as being in breeches and boots - right place, right time.