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I’ll have to get Bo to take some pics of Cinbar’s feet.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He’s finally figured out how to help that
poor old man. Cinbar is more sound now
than the entire time we’ve owned him (5 years). He’s a little skinny, but he gets grain twice a day while the mares
do not (and they are NOT happy about THAT!).
He’s really showing his age though, he’s 21 years old and he’s had a
long, hard life. I hope we can find
some property to graze him on before he dies.
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