This morning I was planning to put the geldings out in one of the pastures, while leaving the mares in the larger of the dry lots - we've had so much rain that the pastures are very wet and having the horses in most of them would result in damage. There was one pasture that had drained pretty well by yesterday, and we were planning to use it. So I turned the mares out in the dry lot, and went to look at the aisle to the pastures. We had had more rain last night, and from looking at the standing water and goop that covered almost 1/3 of the mares' dry lot - which is about an acre in size - I suspected the aisle would be very muddy. And unfortunately it was - we've managed to put gravel down part of it, and that part was OK despite the standing water, but the part past there was also water-logged and the mud was deep and very slippery. Not really very good for leading horses, and I expect the pasture wasn't in that good shape either. So the geldings went into the other dry lot.
Now the result of this was that the mares were in the dry lot that had been occupied for several days by the geldings, and vice versa. Since we keep the mares and geldings separated, the horses find occasions like this very exciting, and much sniffing of poo and presumably pee ensued, in both herds. The geldings seemed to be particularly interested. Now Noble, my 29 year old Quarter Horse, thinks he's a lady's man - he always nickers and arches his neck for the mares. He isn't the alpha of our gelding herd - that's Fritz, followed by Joe - but neither of them are very aggressive. Noble apparently felt that, with all that mare scent around, he had to push around the less dominant geldings. First he threatened Fred, swinging his butt, pinning his ears and bucking in place - he rarely actually kicks anyone but he was showing off his stuff.
Then he marched down to Scout and they started playing "face tag", much of it in slow motion. Now Scout is really big - he's at least 16.2 and probably weighs over 1200 pounds, and Noble is at best 15.1 and is really gracile for a QH. Noble would put his face next to Scout's and gently nibble and push, and then bite. This went on for a while, with Noble giving little rears from time to time. Finally Noble decided enough was enough and he lunged at Scout with his teeth bared and ears pinned, and Scout quickly left the scene. Then Noble came to the gate and hung his head over and demanded my attention - I think he was saying "there's nothing left to eat in here", which is true - we need to set the round bale holders soon - but I mollified him with a good neck and withers scratch, and he wandered off to graze the bits of grass that were left.
Hope you have an excellent day, and may it include horses!