There's a field of mares - very interesting - but he doesn't want to get too close.
We pass the gelding pasture. They must be shown that George is way more studly and important than they are. He snorts and struts and paws the ground. From a safe distance.
Sometimes he has to check out something unusual in the distance. The other day it was a big white crane.
I need to get my new helmet and figure out which saddle works for both me and George so that we can go out riding. He likes to walk considerably faster than me, and I hope he'll enjoy the opportunity to go out exploring at his own pace instead of my poky one.