In the horse's stalls, which face eastward, the heat and humidity are overwhelming. With just a few minutes labor you begin to smell like a feral goat.
Saturday, after I picked their stalls, I hooked up a hose to the hydrant in the feed room. It's an old hose, soft and full of kinks that not even the pressure of water can straighten. I make a note to buy another one the next time I am at Tractor Supply or Home Depot. Until then this one will have to do.
I emptied Callie and Stormy's water tank and stretched the hose over the stall gates and dropped the nozzle into it. My playful horse Callie was there to give me a hand. She dropped her bald-faced head into the tank and licked the bottom, you know, where the green slime lives, until I turned on the hydrant. The trapped air and water that came in gasps startled her and she stepped back a few feet to study the situation. That's when the hose sprung a leak, and here is what happened when it did.