Has anyone else noticed that horses don't eat clover? All the ones I've observed eat around the clover. They even avoid the grass that's inside the clover area. I think that's why clover takes over fields.
Oddly, when my guys did NOT wear muzzles, they seemed to avoid the clover, too, esp. the pink/red clover....now, WITH muzzles they totally scarf and nibble a clover area down to the dirt, rather than the grass....
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Clover is included in my lowland mix. It will often outgrow the grass if the pasture is over-grazed. It stays green even in the dryest weather and if there is a lot of Alsisk (sp) clover in it, it can be toxic if they eat too much. This would normally not happen if there were alternative grasses, plants, to eat.
I hand-grazed Smoky every morning for an hour and a half for 2 months while he was on stall rest. With not much else to do but hold the lead rope, I had time to really notice what his grazing preferences were. He headed straight to the white clover first, and spent the first ten or fifteen minutes scarfing up as much as he could. Then, he'd spend the next hour eating grass. The last fifteen minutes, he'd start to slack of the grass and begin doing more browsing - a bit of plantain here, some seedtops from a plant I can't identify, intermixed with a bit more clover and grass.
I was laughing at mine yesterday too. I have been hand grazing him due to his stall rest (see thread entitled "25 stitches later"), and have to consciously guide him AWAY from the clover. He tries to casually veer away from the lush, long blades of green grass to grab any scrap of clover he can. He is a clover junkie.
Last edited by 2boys; May. 21, 2010 at 09:45 PM.
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The horses on my farm love clover, especially my friend's Freisian. He had a big case of the slobbers and managed to dump a big mouthful of clover slobber mixed with chewed carrot bits down the back of the farrier. The look on his face was priceless but I quickly went and got one of my husband's shirts for him.