Poor horse

I spotted this horse when a friend and I were out for a short walk. I know next to nothing about horses, but I felt sorry for this fellow. The pasture he and some other horses were fenced into was wet and muddy from the melting snow and dotted with manure. When he saw us standing by the fence, he trotted straight over to us, looking for treats no doubt, but all we had to give him were kind words and a few pats on the nose.