Snow

So last night, a lot of white stuff started falling out of the sky.  It is cold and it will go right up your nose if you put your head up to look for where your sisters got to and see who is sneaking up on you.  A couple of times before we had some white stuff falling down but that was just a little bit of white stuff and this time there is a whole lot of it.  The wind is blowing so the white stuff is making piles and ridges so some places the ground is dark and hard and rough and other places it is soft and white.   Us ponies went in our big shed to get out of the wind.  There is no white stuff in our shed.  This morning, we heard the little green truck thing that brings us our nice hay, so we ran up the hill to the boxes to wait for it.  But the green truck thing  went to our shed and the lady threw our hay in front of the shed so we didn't have to eat it out of the boxes.  You know we hate those boxes, because they get in the way of our hay.  So we ate the hay fast and then we didn't have anything to do again, except stand in the shed and watch the wind blow the white stuff around.  The ground in the White Hill is white too, so I don't think we are going to get a chance to go in there any time too soon either.   The white stuff feels good on our feet, but I am ready for it to stop now.  We have enough white stuff.

lady laminitis?

So everyone and everything was way wet and we had to stand in our shed for days.  There was hardly any sun and the dirt got really super soft and it is deep and shiny and a little bit slippery.  Some of the ponies like to lay down and roll around and then when they get up, you can hardly tell who they are. I do not do that because I prefer to keep my beautiful coat all fluffy and shiny.  A couple of days ago, a different lady came and put hay in our boxes for breakfast and for dinner.  And then the next day, our lady was back, but she walked funny.  Have you heard about how some ponies walk when they eat too much nice green grass, or they go in the barn and eat lots of good grain and then their feet hurt?  I have never seen any ponies that this happened to, so maybe it is a farm legend.  All of us ponies have feet that are pretty and feel good.  Anyway, the lady was walking like her feet hurt like those ponies.  I don't know where she would have found a lot of green grass, because all our grass is brown. She was having a lot of trouble walking in the deep mushy ground with her floppy shiny big feet.  It was taking her forever to put our hay in our boxes.  We tried to get her to go faster by grabbing the bales of hay with our teeth but she didn't seem to like that at all.  And when we crowded around her,  sometimes her floppy feet disappeared completely, -- so how could we help it if we accidentally put a hoof on top of them?   So today she was almost normal but maybe that was because the ground was harder because it was really cold last night.  If she starts to walk like a normal pony, maybe I will get to go into the White Hill soon.   

boredom

I thought I'd have something interesting to blog about before now, but really, it is so boring around here there was not much to say.  There is stuff happening sometimes, but it is more of the same stuff.  There are still stupid geese swimming around in the pond with the little brown fuzzy animals with the skinny tails, still brown deer walking around in the fields eating nice grass and we are still stuck eating our hay out of boxes with nasty nets in them.  One day we tore the whole top off one of the boxes, but the lady made a new one and put it on.  After Tux got better and came back to live with us, that little gray filly, Mixtique, got sick and then her head swelled all up.  Toby said he got sick like that a bunch of years ago, but he is fine now.  He doesn't have a big head now, but he has a big ego.  When the lady comes out to put a halter on one of us ponies so we can go eat carrots with her in the White Hill, Toby is always right up there in the front with Harley and Billy.  And now Tux thinks he has to get in on the action too.  I think it must be a boy thing.  Of course, I want to go eat carrots, but I can't even edge my head in between those pushy guys.  My sister, Gypsy is really pushy, so she bites them, so she does get to go with the lady sometimes.  Yesterday, the lady had a bunch of pipes that she took into the White Hill and she was making loud noises in there.  Then she came and got some of us ponies and took us in there and I got to go too!  But after we stepped up on the wooden square thing, she went into the White Hill and I started to follow her, but when we got the gate, I stopped and didn't think I even wanted to walk in there.  There were pipes all over the ground!   They looked really scary and I was pretty sure they were super dangerous.  But the lady convinced me to walk inside and then we both walked right over top of the pipes.  Sometimes my feet would hit the pipe and it moved a little bit and made a clunky noise, but I hardly even flinched.  Then the lady made me walk over them by myself and when I would get to the pipe, she would say "Jump!"  Then I would get a carrot.  I am not sure what this "Jump" business is, but I think I am really good at it.  I am glad us ponies are finally getting to have fun in the White Hill, because it seemed like the lady was only taking those horses in there recently.  She would bring up Jewel and Alexis and Fleur and Mari but us ponies were way neglected.   Then the lady took Alexis and Fleur over to the barn because she said she thought they were ponies.  She put a shiny stick next to them that she said would show if they were ponies.  It is pretty obvious that they are horses because everyone knows that horses are big doofuses and ponies are cute and smart and short and all that.  Anyway, the shiny stick has a shorter black part that lays across their backs by their necks and makes them freak out. Then the lady reads a number on the shiny part.  "15" it said.  So the lady says they are horses.  Like everyone didn't already know that.   But I am not sure what that stick would say if she put it next to Mixtique.  She is cute and gray and ponyish.   Her brothers, Mak and Mat, are pretty short too.
   So I hope we get more excitement soon.   I want to see what happens with those pipes.