post storm

The sun was shining and the lady walked all around our fence and pulled on it and made it higher again. She walked around my Mom's fence too and made it higher and then she finally opened our gates so we could get nice grass. She seemed to be busy all morning and then the bossy dog and the other dogs took her for a walk to look at all the water that is supposed to be in the creek. I got to go up to the white hill -- finally,-- and it was a long walk because we were all busy grazing by the pond when she came and got me. The lower field has a lot of water rushing over it, so we couldn't eat grass there, but we had plenty by the pond anyway. And the good news is that the rain washed away all the mess the stupid geese made. Anyway, I went up to the barn and the other lady there said I was beautiful -- of course. We checked on the new baby horse, who was sleeping. Then I went to the white hill and looked at the clumpy dirt in there. I didn't like that so much. There is hardly any grass at all now. It is better when it is smooth. But I got carrots and the lady sprayed fly spray on me. Then we went back down the hill and the other ponies got carrots too, even tho they didn't even do anything. Harley thought he should get all the carrots and tried to bite everyone else -- even me. Sometimes he is a bossy big brother. The weather is really nice, cool and not as buggy as before. It is fun to be a pony!

rain rain go away

There was wind. There was rain. Then there was more wind and more rain. And more rain. A tree fell over in our pond. The nice grass in our field by the pond is under water. We want to go out there anyway, but the gate is closed. There is not much rain or wind now, but that gate is still shut. My mom and her friends and their pony foals can't go out in their field either.

baby news

So today I thought finally I was going to get some attention. All week, the lady has been taking the boys over to the new hill. Tux and Harley and Artie and Fusion. It is unfair. Girls need attention too. So this morning it was hot and muggy. We have nice grass by the pond that we have been able to eat this week, so I was not TOO upset about not getting the attention I deserved, but this morning, we stayed in the shed and did not even want to go out with the bugs. The lady showed up to feed the horses next door in her little green truck thing and of course, we heard them run out to meet her, but then we heard the young filly over there start to yell for her mom. So we went to look over the fence to see what was going on. That white mare that is the filly's mom was standing over a new baby and she couldn't leave it, so she was yelling back to the filly and the filly was running back and forth between the mare and where the lady was standing with the feed. The lady came running to see the new baby and seemed very upset and picked him up, but he didn't want to stand up, he was too sleepy. He finally got up and wobbled around and got a little to eat, but then he wanted to lay down again. So in a little while the lady came out with her friend, the British lady, and they took the mare and baby away. The baby is very cute, he is the same color as I was when I was born, but he has white feet in front. I don't know why he didn't want to run round and play like the other babies I have seen. So anyway, the lady didn't take any of us to the white hill today at all. She stayed by the barn and filled up water troughs. She told us we are not allowed to eat the nice grass by the pond because it is going to be windy and rainy and we have to stay inside the board fence. So the gate is closed by the pond and we are a little mad about that.

coyote news

Well, today was earthshaking! And there were not even any ponies galloping around, so it was pretty weird. But it was over quick and no one fell down, so we didn't care. The weather was good and I was hoping the lady would take me to the new hill and give me more carrots. I waited all morning while she took the dark horse Alexis and then the pretty-faced Mari in there, and then she drove around on the noisy red thing that looks like a giant bug, making the grass and weeds short. Then she took Artie and Fusion in there. This was taking all day. She brought the terrors out and tied the bossy one by the barn, where it was yipping and yipping. Then she finally came out to our field with a halter. But I wasn't paying any attention to her because a big coyote was standing by the pond. At first, I thought it was a deer because it was so big and light brown, just like a deer. It was staring at the pasture where my Mom and the other mares and the foals are. When the lady showed up at the top of the hill, it looked at her and then looked back at the pasture. Then it got skulky and trotted toward the pasture. The ponies were not inside their mesh fence pasture where they go at night, they were just in some of that shocking fence tape so they can get extra nice grass during the day. The ponies hardly even glanced up at the coyote as it came into the field, but the bunch of stupid geese in there started honking and waddling really fast in all sorts of directions. The coyote ran at the geese, but they flew away. Then it was stuck there looking silly. I thought maybe it would decide to chase my little brother or Haylie's two week old filly, since it was bigger than both of them, but it just came back under the fence and looked up the hill toward the lady. That bossy dog was still barking and I thought maybe it decided that terror would be good for dinner instead of goose, but it only went part of the way up the hill before it veered off to go toward the cemetery. I think the lady was worried tho, because she put the terrors in the barn before she came back down to us. You know, there used to be a gray and white Canadian cat that lived in the barn and we have not seen him for quite a while. I wonder if the coyote ate him? When the lady got back out to us, she took my blond sister LuLu and my big brother Harley. That was fine with me because that yapping terror was giving me a headache. So maybe tomorrow I will get some carrots.....

Touch!

The lady took me back to the new hill because I'm so special and then she brushed me and combed my mane and tail. Then she stared making funny noises. I was trying to check around on the ground and see who else had been there and those funny noises were very distracting. So I stopped and looked at her and then she made another funny noise and gave me a carrot! We did that a bunch of times and every time I looked at her, she made that noise and I got another carrot. Then she got this bright orange pointy rubbery thing and held it in front of my nose. "Touch" she said. I stared at her with both eyes but she didn't give me a carrot. "No, " I said, "Cone" and I pushed it with my nose back at her. Of course, I said it in my head like all us normal ponies do, so she didn't hear me. But it made her super happy and she made that funny noise again and gave me a carrot again! "Touch!" she said and held out the cone again. I pushed it back to her again and sure enough, noise and carrot. We did that a bunch of times. Apparently a "Touch" is a cone that dispenses carrots! This is an excellent thing to know!
The Fjord was looking very Bieberish with his mane getting all long and floppy on his head. (A Bieber is a boy that little girls think is cute.) The Fjord had his mane cut off back when there was still snow on the ground, so it has been growing while the grass was growing. But I guess the lady didn't like the Bieber look, because she cut it off pretty short again. So now it is sticking up straight and looks very majestic. It is better than Bieber!
We got lots of rain and lightening and thunder today. There were even cold hard balls in the rain. We did not like that. There is still rumbling noise coming from the sky, so maybe it will rain again. I think we had enough rain now, so I am ready to go out and look for nice grass.

High expectations

So today my sister LuLu got to go with the lady up to the new hill. Figures. You know, everyone just LOVES the blonde LuLu. Of course, I love her too -- she IS my sister and anyway, we look so much alike, with our cute noses and gorgeous legs. So I guess I should be happy for her getting brushed and curried and lots of carrots and her hooves all done. And anyway, she got a shot, which I already had and she needed. Then when she got back, that Krissy got to go up there. Krissy was all beside herself thinking she was going to get to wear the fuzzy pink halter. Last summer, there were some little girls here and they used to ride Krissy, but she didn't like that very much. But they brought a pink fuzzy halter that the one little girl got at the County Fair, and Krissy just thought she was something else when she got to wear that halter. It was all we heard about for weeks, how she looked so special and how soft it was. But we haven't seen the little girls and Krissy has not had a chance to wear that "special" halter since last year. Today, she had to put on a black leather halter. She looked very nice (for a little gray pony) but she was a little disappointed about that. And then I don't know where she got the idea, but she thought she was going to get glitter on her hooves. She has mentioned it several times. I think she heard the ladies at the barn talking about it. Or maybe she remembers the little girls talking about it last year. No one here at the farm has ever worn glitter on their hooves that I have seen, and if anyone does, of course, it ought to be me. But it wasn't Krissy today. So she was doubly disappointed, even with the carrots and the brushing and the pretty foot trimming. I guess those Vermonters have high expectations.
There was a lot of mowing going on in the fields, with that curly-haired British boy zooming around the pastures on the orange machine dragging the noisy box thing and then there was another big red machine that made noise in the fields by our pasture and knocked the grass over. They did it just about all day. It is a good thing I wasn't trying to sleep.
So tomorrow I am hoping I get to go back into the hill and get more carrots. And brushing. And glitter......

Popular hill

The lady came out to me in the pasture and asked me to come with her. I figured she must have something important or some food for me, so I went along. We walked right up to the side of the new white hill and went right through a green door in the wall. And we walked right inside of the hill! It is bright inside but shady and no bugs. On two sides you can see the sky over the wall, but on the other two sides you can't. When the wind blew a little, the white part shook and made a scary sound, so I thought maybe it was going to try to eat me like it did the metal hoops, but it stayed where it was so I was okay with it. I got a tour and was able to walk all around it. Then I got brushed and even had a pedicure! What fun! When I was tired of it, we left and I ran back out into my pasture to tell everyone all about my big adventure. Two of those tall birds with the long legs and beaks thought I was going to run them over and they flew up out of the pond when they saw me galloping. Of course, now that I have been in the hill, EVERYONE wants to go there. My sister Gypsy went and had her feet done and Toby too -- and four of the horses had to go inside too. It is just the most popular place since I was there.

Rain

It's raining. A lot. It started raining the night before last night and then it rained all day yesterday and it rained all night and now it is raining. We like the rain! The rain is as deep as my hooves now. The creek we have to cross to get to the nice grass in the back pasture is almost as high as my belly. I thought little Belle was going to float away when we crossed it yesterday. When the lady came out in the rain, she was yellow and shiny. But lots of things are shiny in the rain. The little bossy dog did not even make the lady walk around the pond in the rain. Maybe that is because there are no stupid geese there now. The stupid geese flew away just before the rain started. So the grass is growing and we are happy.

Attention

Well, I have NOT been getting any of the attention I deserve. Yesterday morning two guys came driving the little green truck thing (it's called a Mule, but it doesn't look anything like a real mule because it doesn't even have any ears) down the hill toward us and we thought they were going to bring us something nice to eat, but instead they turned around at the bottom of the hill and went away again. There were about a million stupid geese at the bottom of the hill, but they did not run over any of them. Going up the hill, there was smoke coming out the back of the little truck thing and it made funny noises. After a while they came back down and went up again, and after they did that a couple of times, there was no more smoke. Then they came out with the lady and a boy to see us and pet us. The boy said he liked the black ponies. I walked right into the middle of them and they hardly paid any attention to me at all. Then my sister Gypsy came up and the lady kept petting her neck and saying "Gypsy! What happened to your mane?" It is pretty obvious what happened to her mane, -- she stuck her head through the fence to eat grass outside in the part where the fence isn't stinging and she rubbed it all off. It's an ugly mess! I am quite upset, Gypsy cares more about her stomach than her looks and the lady gives her all that attention? Where are their priorities? The lady spent the afternoon making a lot of banging noises and then she fed everyone early and went to a polo match with her lady friends. I have not seen polo, but I have heard about it. The people use horses to chase balls and hit them with sticks. I guess they don't like the balls. The horses wish they were ponies, so they call themselves ponies. But they are not little and cute like us ponies. (Altho the lady said there was a polo pony that had white legs and spots that was really cute, but she is not sure if it is a real pony or not.)
Today there was more banging inside the new white hill and then it stopped. Then later, the British lady came to look at ponies with a pretty girl, but she didn't have a hat to bite and didn't even come to see me! They went to see the foals. Everyone loves the foals.
Now it is finally raining a little bit. We need it to rain a lot. Otherwise our creek will dry up and we will not get any nice grass.

white stuff

So now the lady is putting fences at the ends of the new white hill. I don't know why she is bothering to do that, as there doesn't look to be any grass on that hill at all. The hill is white and when things are white, they are cold and there is no grass. Except when ponies are white, they are not cold. My dad is white and so is little Perl. Actually, we should probably call her chubby Perl, since she is not exactly little. Her real name is La Perlita, so I guess we could call her "dear Perl."
Yesterday, the happy man stopped by and looked at the new white hill and pushed on some shiny things on the sides of it. Then he stopped to talk to the lady and asked about the new foals. He said he saw a gray-colored animal that was bigger than a coyote coming across the field toward the back pasture when he was driving by a few days ago. The lady said she saw an animal a few years back that she thought was a wolf watching the ponies. It is good that those ponies have wire mesh fence to protect them, altho my mom and the other grown-up ponies would fight with anything that wanted to mess with their babies. But they would rather eat grass than fight with a wolf. We don't have wire mesh fence, we have boards (that we like to bust down) that have gaps in between them. But there is skinny orange wire in the gaps, so if you try to put your head through there, it will sting you. We would laugh if a wolf put his head through there and got stung by the wire!
We were expecting rain all week, but we got hardly any. Yesterday the sky got dark and there was wind and it rained for about a minute. That was it. All of us looked like appaloosas because we had dark rain spots on us. We are not going to get any more nice grass at this rate.

wild horses and wind

Today a little girl came to visit the Fjord. She really likes Fjords so she obviously has good taste. But she doesn't normally hang around Fjords, she usually shows horses in ranch classes, so I don't know why she got a thing for the Norse Horse. Fusion was on his best behavior for her and did his fancy stuff and then she rode him around. Then she came to look at the rest of the ponies and she said that I was her favorite. Of course I was! She really does have good taste. She said she liked my sister LuLu second best. I don't know what it is with that blonde mane of hers -- people really like it.
So after the little girl left, we went out back to see if any new grass came up. It got really windy while we were back there, but it didn't rain much, just a little bit, like enough to make your ears wet. The trees were bending over and the leaves were shaking all around and it was noisy like wooshing and then we heard this sound like thunder. We were standing there talking about how my new little brother is turning gray at both ends, so probably he is going to be gray in the middle too, and we look up to see Artie and Fusion galloping like they were being chased by coyotes, (but there were no coyotes.) They looked just like wild mustangs except they had on halters with lead ropes hanging off them. They came barreling down the hill and ran by the pond and then they had to stop because they got to the pasture with my mom and Aunt Taca and Haylie and the foals. Artie looked all worried and kept his tail up in the air, but Fusion just started eating grass. Then we saw the lady come walking down the hill. She said some things to Artie and Fusion that implied that she did not think much of their intellect and that their mothers were apparently dogs. I do not believe that part about their mothers being dogs. But that other part might be true. The lady picked up the lead ropes and made them walk far apart from each other as they left to walk back up the hill. Artie was still all stirred up and tried to pull away a couple of times, but the lady held on to the lead rope, so he stayed with her. Horses are so funny! It was just wind.
I think the lady is done digging holes, so she should put the flat loud thing behind her orange machine and knock down these weeds. Some of them have pretty flowers, but most of them are just in the way of the nice grass. I am hoping that tomorrow I get to go into the barn to see the blue shiny stuff that is on the ground. The lady had a lot of square red rocks on her truck and she was putting them on the ground on the middle of the barn and now there is shiny blue stuff on top of them. I'll bet I wouldn't even be scared of the blue stuff. Much.

Goose and terror excitement

So today it was hot and we were not in a very good mood because those stupid geese were back. They almost all left a few days ago and there were only two of them by the pond, but today there were a ton of them again. And here came that little bossy dog with the funny bark, taking the lady for a walk. She had her on a lead line and was walking back toward the pond. There are actually three dogs and the lady calls them terrors. There is a taller one that is almost all white with a brown head and he is very noisy. He was not on the walk because he was too busy barking at us ponies. He jumps around and sometimes tries to bite our heels. He is really annoying. The bossy dog usually has the lady on a lead. Sometimes she comes out by herself, but then she doesn't pay attention to anything except the pretty cat. She runs into the barn really fast and tries to catch the cat and kill it. Us ponies don't really have strong feelings about the cat one way or the other, but it is always a friendly cat and makes nice purring sounds, so we don't think the terror should kill it. But today the terror had the lady on the lead line, so it was busy making her walk back to the pond. There is a third dog that is short and spotty, like a brown and white pinto. He seems kind of dumb. He looks confused most of the time and wanders around dazed. The first time we saw him, he came trotting into our pasture and didn't even seem to notice that there were these giant legs that could crush him into oblivion. We don't often get to stomp on a terror, so we ran up to him and he just stopped and looked at all us ponies standing around him. Then my sister Gypsy stuck her foot out and he yelped and started running, but he didn't even know how to get away from us. I think Gypsy did kick him then and then he ran under the fence. So now he is smarter about staying out of our pasture, but he still looks clueless. Anyway, he was bringing up the rear of the walk, and acting like he wasn't sure if he should go along or stay behind. He would walk a little bit on his stubby little legs, then he would sit down and then he would jump up and run after them as fast as he could go. When they got down to the pond, the stupid geese were all honking around and some were waddling and they went into parts of the pond and floated around. The bossy dog took the lady around the far side of the pond and kept looking in the water at the swimming geese. There was a goose that was sitting on the ground and it had it's beak resting in the dirt, so the lady walked over to it. She pawed it with her foot and the goose fell over and had it's feet sticking up in the air. She asked the short pinto dog why there was a dead goose by the pond and he looked even more confused. I think he was worried that she thought he killed the goose or maybe that he was supposed to have killed the goose and didn't. He was a little worried about it either way. That other bossy terror never even saw the dead goose and made the lady keep walking the rest of the way around the pond. She was thinking she would like to kill geese, but couldn't figure out how to get through all that water to get at them.
After the goose and terror excitement, it finally started to rain. It has smelled like rain for days, and it got here this afternoon. We need more nice grass. And the bugs are afraid of the rain, so they are all hiding which is good for us!

Popular ponies

This morning, there was a really smart man here. He wanted to take my picture because he heard about my blog and how wonderful and glamorous I am. Every pony he saw, he'd say "Is that Tinkerbelle?" When he saw my dad, he said "Is this Tinkerbelle?" Now, my dad is bright and shiny and maybe even a little sparkly, but he does not appreciate being referred to as a fairy. "No, the lady said, "That's Bob. Tink's dad." When they came out to take the picture, the lady told him I was me and he turned to Krissy and said "Hold still Tinkerbelle, I want to take your picture!" Then he thought DD was me. And he said he REALLY liked LuLu, my blonde little sister. I was starting to get annoyed with him. I know we are a lot of ponies, but I am far more glamorous than the rest of them. I finally gave up posing for the picture and just left. So he went to take some pics of my little brother. He said something about baby ponies being popular for pictures. Popular my pony butt...

new hill

So the happy man showed up in the morning and then more men came too. Then the lady came by in the little green truck thing and they gave her some gloves and they all went over to the metal hoops and grabbed ropes that were hanging off the sides. They started pulling on the ropes and the white stuff that was laying on the ground on the other side of the hoops started climbing up the wall! It climbed right over the little fence and up the hoops. Then some of it stopped and was all bunched up, but one of the men got a board and poked it and then it behaved and started climbing back up again. It climbed right up to the top and then slid right down toward us! It wasn't noisy or jumping around or anything, so we were very brave and stood and watched it. Next thing we knew, the metal hoops were gone and there was a giant white hill there that, obviously, ate the hoops. All the men were happy and they left the main happy man to stick straps in metal things with handles that he pulled up and down. Then the happy man left too. And now we have a new white hill next to our pasture.

weeds away

So now the "green house" has these metal ropes or vines hanging down in it, like the happy man is going to start swinging from them or something. The lady asked him if he was making a set for Spiderman, which he thought was funny. Then he laid out some white stuff, like a tarp next to the posts. He told us that it is going to be exciting for us to see if the wind is blowing when he comes back with his friends.
The lady was mowing weeds in the bay bunch's field with the orange machine. She always wears a hat now that she got her mane roached. She used to pull her hair back and called it a pony tail, but it was on her head, not her butt. Now it is too short to do that. I don't know how that hat stayed on, because all our forelocks were blowing in our eyes and all over the place.
The air smelled like rain, but it didn't rain. Our pasture is dusty. We would like some rain so the grass starts growing again. The only thing growing now is weeds and we don't like weeds.

Shocking!

Our gate is shocking! The big metal gate into our pasture stings like a bee when you touch it. The lady opened the gate for Billy yesterday and she kept saying bad words and then she even stung Billy when she touched him. She was looking all over the gate and the posts to see where the mean electricity was coming from. I don't think she figured it out. She went over to the barn and made the box there quiet, but I am not sure what that means.
Billy got to go out and jump over stuff in the big arena. When he came back, he told us that there was another lady there making a movie of him. Billy is handsome, but of course, if there are movies to be made, I should be starring in them. I hope I get to be in the next movie. Maybe she was just practicing on Billy. She had Fusion the Fjord jumping stuff too. He likes to jump stuff, but I saw him try to eat the fancy flowers that were on the one jump.
The big hoop things are still out there. We are hoping the happy man comes back to climb around on them today. I don't know what he is doing, but he is more interesting to watch than those stupid geese.