Glamour shots

You know, my Mom, Tudi moved in with the Red mare and her ponies last year after she had my baby sister.  The lady hasn't even named that filly yet and just calls her Tif, which is short for "Tudi's Filly."  So the filly is chunky and taller now and Tudi was thinking she was pretty hot stuff out there with those young ponies and she got really insufferable.  She was pushing the ponies around and she would bite little Mat when he went to eat his special breakfast, so sometimes he was scared to even come over to the Bistro with Tudi lurking around the corner and ready to lunge out at him.  So the lady got fed up with her and she put my mom back out with us.  Well, you know, for the past year, Tudi has been living a pretty comfy life bossing those ponies around and having the most choice eating spots.  So she had become, shall we say, somewhat complacent about her appearance. She was perhaps a bit rotund, and you know, the rest of us ponies have been out here on the winter-slow-feeder, hated-boxes diet so we didn't appreciate her strolling in here looking all portly and pleased with herself.   So mostly the boys took it upon themselves to encourage her to exercise by chasing her around the field and of course, we put her on a strict "one strand of hay a day" diet.  The lady tried to circumvent her imposed diet program by feeding her in the shed, but we figured that out after a couple of days, so we would watch for her to sneak off into the shed and then we would all run down there really fast and take that hay away from her.  Of course, there is only so much you can do for someone else, so most everyone got really tired of helping her slim down and were mostly just ignoring her.  Except for Krissy.   Man, that Krissy took the whole thing really seriously.  I don't know if it's because she's a Vermonter or what, but she has made it her mission in life to ensure that Tudi gets her exercise and sticks to her diet. So now Tudi is looking really svelte and all us elegant daughters are really proud of our mom.   She is definitely part of our glamorous family. 

Taca's new colt

Peaches

Well, you know, the lady was asking those chubby mares when they were going to foal and they were just not being very forthcoming at all.   Aunt Taca is not exactly a ray of sunshine under the best of circumstances, so you can imagine, being very pregnant and dealing with the mud and snow didn't have her in the best humor.  Even tho my dad Bob thinks she is like, super gorgeous, regardless of her girth, and goes prancing up to her telling her so at the drop of a piece of hay, she was just not feeling the love and mostly walked around with her ears back and kind of snarling at everyone. Her filly from last year, Peaches, is kind of goofy and outgoing, but Taca didn't want anything to do with her and her frivolity.  So anyway, the morning before yesterday, the lady showed up to feed and there was a new baby with Taca.  Two hours earlier when she checked, Taca said nothing about having a baby and here he was, up and running all around.  As soon as he saw the lady he ran over to her and asked if she was his mother, so of course, that pissed Taca off, since she had done a great deal of work to get him out and she didn't need that lady showing up and taking the credit.  But the lady just walked over to Taca so the colt followed and then he got something to drink.  He looks just like Peaches, the foal Taca had last year when she was a baby, except of course, he is a boy.

Taca's new colt

So I am posting a pic of what Peaches looks like now and one of the new colt.     Now my dad Bob had to move up to the barn.  He likes foals and is good with them, but he likes mares even more and the lady says she is not coming out in the snow next year to be checking on foaling mares. 
   

Grass?

So every morning, us ponies go down to the gate at the end of our pasture and wait there for the lady to come and open that gate.  The lady goes by us all the time, either with that bossy dog leading her on a lead rope or else in the little green truck thing.  She goes to look at those fat grumpy mares that live with my dad Bob.  Sometimes she goes when it is dark out and she has a shiny light on top of her head.  She looks at the fat mares and asks when they are going to have babies.  Then she looks under their bellies.   The mares don't say anything.  At any rate, she doesn't stop and open the gate for us.  It is obvious we want to have her open the gate so we can go out into that field and eat nice grass.  Every time she opened that gate in the past, there has been nice green grass in that field, so we are sure there would be nice grass now too.  We don't see any nice grass over there, but that doesn't mean it won't be green when we get there.  So we don't know why the lady is being mean to us and not opening the gate. Yesterday she brought us carrots and had the shiny thing that sounds like a bee.  She tickled us under our heads with the shiny thing and then our faces looked skinnier.  We are all very fuzzy and have wonderful thick coats that are good for when the white cold stuff falls on our backs.  After she did that, she went over to those younger ponies that live with the big red mare. They wanted the carrots but they did not like to have the buzzy thing under their faces.  So they still have long hairs on their heads.  We are much more glamorous ponies than they are with our skinnier faces.