winter blues

    So us ponies have been terribly neglected lately so there really has not been much to blog about.  The lady put some kind of shiny strip things on the round feet of the little green truck, so she isn't even providing us with dinner entertainment on the hill by our pasture.  And she spends all her time with little Mat and our buddy Tux, who are both in the pony barn and getting pampered.  That Tux came strolling out of the barn the other morning all by himself and let me tell you, he is looking chubby.  He was all impressed with himself for walking around without the lady attached to him, so he went exploring to see the other horses.  The lady walked after him and caught up with him and made him go in the small paddock then with Mat.  Mat has a big puffy blanket on, so you can hardly even see him. 
   You know, we don't have any grass because the ground is hard and has white stuff on it, so we are stuck eating hay out of boxes.  The lady had been bringing  us hay that is square and tied with green string and it was good and hearty and we liked it alot.  So then a couple of days ago, when she threw the hay over the fence before she came in to put it in the boxes, we could see that the hay was different.  It was softer and had a yellow string on it.  The squares were smaller and so there were more of them.  Of course , as usual, we ran to the hay and started eating it and it was wonderful! It was the best hay we ever ate in our lives.  We never knew there was such great hay  in the world.  It was almost like nice grass.  So we ate all that hay and when the lady brought us hay the next day, it had green strings tying it together.  We ran over to grab that hay and Ugh, it was the worst tasting hay in the world.  If we were not starving to death, we would not have eaten it, much less gone to all the work of having to pull it, bit by bit, out of the boxes.  It was such bad tasting hay that we did not even eat it all out of the boxes.  We left some in there so she could see what we thought about it. And then when she came to bring us more hay, some of us just stood on the creek and looked at her.  We were doing that so she could see that the water was hard. We did go eat the hay then and it was not as bad as it was before. The lady went to the creek with a funny stick and hit the hard water a lot of times until we could see the normal water that was under the hard water.  So that is about it for the excitement around here.  I would like to go in the white hill, but it is okay here hanging out with my friends and laying in the sun.            

That's entertainment!

So you know, there was a lot of that white stuff falling out of the sky and there was already a lot of the stuff on the ground, so that it was up to our knees.  The lady brought us our nice hay and put it in our boxes and then she drove that little green truck thing back to Bob and his mares and gave them hay too.  So then here she came back up the hill in the little green truck thing, right outside our fence where she always drives it.  But halfway up the hill, the green truck thing started going sideways and then it slid around and then it rolled right back down the hill backwards.  So then it did it again, but it was sliding all different ways and skidding in the white stuff and just about spinning around.  That was pretty interesting -- dinner AND a show!  So we watched it while we ate our hay, but the lady just left the green thing at the bottom of the hill and walked back up the hill.  It was down there by the pond  all night and it turned all white.  Then the next morning, she walked back down the hill and started it up and did that skidding, sliding stuff some more.  But she didn't give us our hay, so it was not as much fun.  Then she walked back up the hill and got a red can that smelled funny and poured stuff into the side of the truck thing.  There really is no point in having a show if you don't have anything to eat while you watch, so we tried to show the  lady the error of her planning and we all went over and started biting the fence.  Just so she would understand that we needed hay to appreciate her maneuvers.  The lady looked at us kind of like that coyote used to look at the stupid geese when he was stalking them.  So anyway, she walked back up the hill and got one of the orange machines and carried our hay bales in the front of it and gave us some hay right in front of our shed.  No boxes!  It was grand, so obviously we were very smart to bite the fence that way.  When we got back over to the boxes, there was a big path as wide as a pony is long running the whole length of our pasture down to the pond.  And the green truck thing was back at the top of the hill and there was hay in our boxes.  What a day!