The Melt

I have not been blogging much because there has been insufficient excitement here in our pony field.  I guess I could tell you about the little quarrels between my sisters or who could bite off bark highest on a tree, but really, I am not that petty.  So today, we were all standing by the nets, waiting for the lady to show up with our hay, just like we do every morning.  Actually, we only started using the nets again yesterday because the nets had white stuff that piled up at the bottom of them and then it got hard and the nets got stuck in it.  So we were getting our hay thrown around and we just ate it off the white ground.  That was okay with us.  Hay on the ground is better than hay in nets because we can eat it faster, but hay in nets is okay too because it lasts longer.  So today, it was really windy and lots of wet stuff was falling on us.  The lady came back in the little green truck thing and after she gave hay to my dad Bob and his mares, she was supposed to drive across the creek and come back to us.  But the creek was way wide and usually it goes through these big round things that are bigger around than a pony's butt, but today you can't even see the round things. The creek was gurgling and swirling around and there was no ground on the sides of it.  Instead, the lady drove the little green truck thing through all the mushy white stuff that is still on the ground to the big gate in my dad Bob's pasture and drove through it and then she stopped.  Then she drove it a little backwards and a little frontwards and did that a whole bunch of times until finally she went backwards out the gate again.  Then she drove through just a little bit and turned so she was on gray ground. As all ponies know, gray ground is absolutely the worst kind of ground to walk on.  It is hard and makes your feet slide around.  But the lady drove on the gray ground out to the middle of Bob's pasture but then she ran out of gray ground.  So she got out and took a bale of hay and dragged it across the mushy white stuff to another little gate in the back that is next to our pasture.  We knew that section because the fence is really low back there,  -- it hardly even goes up to a pony's fetlock, and when the lady came through the gate her whole legs disappeared into the mushy white stuff.  Ha! Ha! She was trying to make us laugh.  So she dragged the hay into our pasture across the low fence and  we galloped over and were so happy.  Then she went back to the green truck thing and did it three more times.  When she was done, she said it was a cardio-work-out, whatever that is.    The hay is a little wet from being dragged through the mushy white stuff, but it was still good.  And at least it was something different.