That's What Boys are Made of!

This evening was roommate-swap night, according to the geldings.  I am blessed (or cursed) with smart horses.  Once they have drunk about half of the water trough, the boys like to shove it out of the way, walk under the fence, and change paddocks.  So this evening when I went out to feed, everybody was in the wrong paddocks.  The only horses who had stayed in their designated paddocks were the ones too tall to crawl under the fence.  They are also constantly playing and rough-housing.  I figure at least they're happy and entertaining themselves, right?  As documented in previous posts, the boys are not opposed to jumping over the fence into each others' pens, either, for which I partially blame myself because I taught them how to free jump at liberty and now they know EXACTLY how high they can go. 

It is worth noting that the mares never do this kind of thing.  They stay where I put them, even if the water tank is only 1/4 full.  They don't lip wrestle over or under the fence, they don't chase or hit each other with rubber feed tubs, and there are never wounds from WWF horse-wrestling.  They spend a lot of time in mutual grooming sessions, enjoying back rubs and moisturizing while hanging out over the water tank.  This is the contrast between mares and geldings.  Sheesh.