This morning, he was covered with mud (a sure and blessed sign that he is going out there to lay down). This afternoon, he looked me in the eye and then marched out through the gate, glancing back to make sure I was watching. I clapped and cheered as he paraded on out toward the vineyard. He seems fairly relaxed, and curious, and is eating tidbits of grass and looking like a regular horse!
This photo shows you how we've set up "Argus' Pasture." I cordoned off an area approximately 40 feet by 200 feet using portable electric fencing. It lies directly at the back of Argus' stall/paddock area, so he can enter his little pasture 24 hours a day, then return back to his "safe haven" at any time. He is most sensible in the mud and deep footing (he saves his bucks and gallops for his turnout time in the all-weather arena):
A happy eye:
A happily muddy boy: