John exits his truck and heads for the barn, he opens the gates and turns on the lights, he wakes up the fluffies in a deep southern voice.
“Wake up everybody, feedin’ time!”
Several fluffies whine in annoyance,
john opens each of their pens and they go to the feeding area, with small bowls with number tags.
the feed is mostly kibble with small chunks of meat for protein, mothers feed their young and weaned foals eat beside their parents.
A fluffy turns up from his bowl and remarks about the food
“Nu wan kibbwe! Wan sketties!”
“Well that’s all you’re gettin’ for today,”
After the fluffies are done feeding, john lets the them outside, outside of the barn is the outdoor area, a dirt field and a fence surrounding the whole farm.
The fluffies rush outside to play, they play huggie tag and the foals chase eachother while the younger ones stay by their mothers.
John casually watches from his porch with a shotgun and his shepherd, incase some fluffies try to be smart and attemp to escape the boundary.
Beep!
“Looks like it’s lunch time, gus you take guard duty, i’m gonna eat”
John heads inside his house and enjoys some baked beans, while outside, gus watches the fluffies play in the field.
After john is finished with his lunch, he heads outside,