stall-feed

Certainly his twitter feed regarding the news of Havana and Washington speaks volumes.

Mrs. Jolly Robin had often wished—when she was trying to feed a rapidly-growing family—that she could hunt forp.

And since he was glad enough to do that, Mrs. Robin managed to feed her children all they needed.

Everywhere cattle were being sold for a trifle, as there was no grass upon which they could feed.

And, old ink pot, tuck a horse blanket under my chin, and rub me down with brickbats while I feed!

Herein he found an empty stall that was dark enough not to be seen, and still afforded sufficient light to read in.