Bob amok

We had some excitement this morning!  After we got our hay, the lady drove the little green truck thing back to my dad Bob and his mares. She put some grain in for them and then while she was getting their hay, Bob opened the gate and strolled out.  He was pretty happy about being out of his pasture and paid no attention at all to the lady who tried to get him to come over to her to eat grain out of a little bucket.  He started to trot around and then he took off galloping and came to see us up here by our hay boxes.   The lady tried to run a little bit, but she is terrible at it because there is really deep mud.  So she got back in the little green truck thing and went sliding and bouncing through the mud after Bob.  We all ran down the hill to talk to him over the pasture fence and then we all galloped back up the hill. Bob was making those loud squealing noises and lunging at the boy ponies over the fence.  The lady caught up to him, but Bob turned and ran off toward the big mares.  I think he is fed up with living with those two fat grumpy mares in his pasture and he was looking for mares who might like him better. He ran to the field with that big Red mare in it and all those ponies.  Little Mat was in his pen where he eats breakfast and Bob jumped at him and knocked the gate off its hinges.  Then he ran over to talk to my Mom Tudi who lives in that pasture.  The Red mare tried to bite him, so then he ran to the bay bunch of big mares that live in the front pasture.  Those mares thought Bob was the cutest thing they had ever seen in their lives.  They all huddled by the fence and some of them were making advances toward him and telling him that he was handsome.  Bob was beside himself and never even noticed when the lady walked up to him and put a rope over his head. So then she took him to the small paddock in front of the barn and gave him hay.  He doesn't even have fat grumpy mares for company now.    So I am not sure that worked out how he had planned.  The lady was saying that she was going to move Bob out of the pasture as soon as one of his fat mares had her baby anyway.  She said she doesn't want anyone having foals in the middle of winter next year like they are this year.  But it is almost not winter here -- kind of.  There is only a little bit of white stuff lying around and if you squint your eyes, you can almost see the nice grass turning green.  Almost.        

Sad news

    So after the lady put Rita and the colt in the barn, there were a lot of ladies coming to the barn all the time.  Then a man and a different lady came in the middle of the night and they didn't leave until the sun was almost up.  Our lady was in the barn so much that we got our breakfast late, even tho she had other ladies helping her with our nice hay.  She spent almost all night in the barn that next night too.  But then tonight, she brought Rita out of the barn and put her out with her friends and Mom.  Rita was happy to be back with her friends and they all gathered around her to ask her where she had been.  Rita said the colt stopped moving and talking to her and got cold.  So it didn't need her any more.
    Now we have white stuff all over the ground that is higher than our knees.   It filled up the boxes and is everywhere except in our shed.   There is probably even white stuff inside the White Hill.  We are ready for green grass out here in our pony pasture.   

colt

I know, I haven't blogged for a long time.  I was waiting for something exciting to happen.  But all we have is weather and everyone has weather, so I didn't know if you wanted to read about our weather or not.  Our weather is cold and wet and sometimes the ground is hard and white and sometimes it is soft and mucky.  It is kind of hard to walk on either way.  The stupid geese are back on our pond and honking.  So then yesterday that horse mare Rita had a baby.  Rita was a little fat, but not real fat like Taca or that white horse mare that both live with Bob.  It was like a year since she had seen Bob so the lady used to think she was going to have a baby, but after a while she figured Rita was just a little chubby and not pregnant.  But obviously she was wrong about that.  So you know, foals have a lot of trouble walking at first and they fall down.  This new foal was not even able to get up because his back feet were curled up.  So the lady called another lady to help her move him.  That lady has really pretty hair that is almost as glamorous as my tail.   And then they called another lady, but it turns out that this other lady was a man, which apparently you can tell by the hair on its face. So the man picked up the colt and carried him across the frozen bumpy ground and they put Rita and the colt in the barn.  The ladies helped the colt stand up so that he could eat breakfast and then he would fall back down again.  But by the end of the day, he was getting up by himself and his feet weren't so curled any  more.  He is almost exactly the same color as I was when I was foaled, but he has long horse-like legs, probably because his mother is a horse.  So finally something interesting happened around here. Now we are all hoping the lady will be taking us to the White Hill and giving us carrots.  She says she will do that when the carrots thaw out.