While Steve and I were at the packing class, we witnessed the power of a nose bag of grain. Shake it, and they will come.
So we found a nose bag today and introduced Lena to the concept.
The first thing she did was stick her nose in it. Then decided it was too scary for all of about, yes, 33 seconds. I shook it at her and she walked away from me, rolling her eye in my direction. I shook it at her again and she walked away again a couple more times.
It didn't help that she could see her regular bucket o' grain outside the paddock and she did wander over and hint that Steve could give that to her any time since I was being silly with this weird bag thing.
But then she decided maybe the nose bag wasn't too terrible and buried her face in it until she had effectively snarfed up every last little rolled oat.
I can't guarantee that it will pull her away from a meadow of lush, green grass, but that's an experiment for another day.
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