Cold and Wet

So the weather has not been good and there is no nice grass growing at all.  Yesterday there was cold white stuff falling from the sky and then it just turned into wet stuff that made the dirt slippery and mushy.  It was really wet.  It made you feel like just biting any smaller pony's butt that came by you.  The lady was late with our hay and it took her forever to put it in the nets.  Then she went to give some feed to my dad Bob and his mares and foals in the pasture next to ours.  Those foals are getting big.  There is the one named Cracker Jack that used to be black and now he is roany like me.  The other one is Peaches' little brother.  The lady seems to have run out of names, so she just calls him Peaches' Brother, or PB.   PB was all bent about the lady showing up to feed them late.  The other ponies were nickering and milling around but PB came up to that lady as she came in the gate and swung his butt around and acted all menacing.  She didn't like that.  She whacked his butt and told him to knock it off.  He threw his head all around and was snorting and then trotted around in circles and kept turning his butt toward her.  She gave some feed to my dad Bob (who always eats first) and then went to put some in Taca's dish. But the dish had slushy water in it so after she dumped it out and stood up, PB had backed up toward her and Wham! Wham! -- he kicked her really hard!  Twice!  Personally I think that was a mistake.  You get more feed if you turn your head toward the lady than if you turn your butt toward her.  So then she had mud all over her and she called him some new names, but none of them were PB or even Peanut Butter.  She even threw a little stick at him as he cantered around in circles with his head all up and was bucking and all proud of himself.  So then he didn't get anything good to eat because he eats with his mama Taca, and he wouldn't come back over to her with the lady standing right there.  Today the sun is out so us ponies are in way better moods than when it was wet.  We just hope she gets back here quick with that hay.                 

new hay nets

So I told you about the square frame things that the lady put up in our pasture, right?  Then she came and hung up big fancy black nets on the square frames.  The black nets are pretty and they have green and blue strings wrapped around the part at the top, so we figured that the lady was giving us some sort of holiday decorations. Apparently this is a popular idea among some ladies who hang up different colored stuff on their barns depending on which holiday they decide to celebrate.  So we were surprised when the lady came down with the little green truck thing and put hay inside the nets!  Aha!  It seems like these nets are like vertical boxes.  But way way better.  You may recall we hate the boxes because they don't let us eat hay as fast as we wanted to.  Of course, in order to make this determination, first you have to get hay that is thrown out on the ground so you can eat it fast.  And then, if the hay after THAT hay is put in boxes, it is too hard to eat.  But this time, there was no initial hay for comparison.  So the choices were "no hay" versus "hay in nets".  Let me tell you -- hay in nets is WAY better than no hay at all.  Wow!  We love the hay in nets.  I will post some pics.  Even tho we are muddy in the pics.

     

slow feeder frames

So the weather is finally starting to get nice.  With breezes blowing our fuzzy fuzzy coats around and none of those flying bugs at all!  We have some of those little nasty crawling bugs that come off the bushes and then climb on our faces and necks and then get really fat.  Those bugs are itchy.  The lady comes out in the morning and pulls those bugs off and scratches our itchy necks, which is nice, but it will be nicer when the weather makes even those bugs stop climbing around.  We are excited because we got a new pasture and it had a LOT of nice grass, but that was a bunch of days ago so we ate that grass already.  That lady has been coming to visit and for a while she brought us apples, but now she doesn't so much any  more.  While she was going around where the new pasture is, she was dragging big dead trees around with that orange machine and then she would put sticks in the ground and climb over the trees so she could make hooks so that the white biting rope that goes around our pasture could hang on the sticks.  She doesn't walk as good as a pony does because her feet are really long and soft, not at all like pony feet and I think they get in the way alot.   The one day she was walking by a big tree on the ground and then she started swaying and all of the sudden she just fell down flat.  She said words that made us think she would try to bite or kick us if she was close by, but of course, she doesn't actually bite or kick us because she isn't a pony.  I think she has to say those words because she doesn't have any ears to signal that she is mad.  As you know, our ears are perfect and we can swivel them so the other ponies know if we are paying attention, or sleepy or really pissed off.  I feel sorry for the lady not having any ears.  She has some kind of pink circle things on the sides of her head, but they don't move at all, so I don't know what they are for.  Anyway, after the lady fell down, she didn't sit on our backs or give us carrots for a while.   THEN she came down to by the gate with the big orange machine and made deep holes and put square sticks in the ground.  We went over to help her while she was putting other square sticks across the tops of them.  She had a white bag that had little shiny things in it and we were investigating that when little Pinke started pawing at it with her foot so she could see the shiny metal things better.  Next thing she  knew, that bag was looped right around her foot and wiggling and horrible scary so she tried to run away.   But the bag held on to her foot and went rustling and bouncing right along with her!  There were little shiny metal things flying everywhere in the mud. But the lady didn't even say ear-pinning words, she just laughed and then went and picked up the white bag after it let go of Pinke's foot and put all the shiny metal things back inside.  So then we left.   There is no point in hanging around if you are going to be attacked by dangerous bags and don't get any carrots.  So we will just have to see what will happen with those odd square sticks. At least they aren't boxes that hide and hold on to our hay..  You know we hate the boxes.