Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

[poliphilo]

Our horses drink enormous quantities of water.

And it takes forever to fill one of the butts they drink from.

So I walk away from the job, leaving the tap running- and then forget all about it. I've done this twice- or is it three times- now.

So the water overflows and runs into the field and turns the ground that the horses have already churned up into even more of a quagmire.