Lookin' good!

The lady came out in our field and put a halter on Toby. Then she took a gray thing out of her jacket pocket and put it up by Toby's head. The gray thing was shiny at the top and was about as long as my leg from my knee down to my ankle. When she put it by Toby's head, it started buzzing like it was full of bees! Toby rolled his eyes, but he didn't move because he knew the lady also had carrots in her pockets. Then she moved it along the bottom of Toby's head and Toby shook his head a couple of times because the bees were tickling him. But after she did that, Toby's head looked smaller and all the shaggy hair along the bottom was gone! It was magic! Then she put the halter on Gypsy and the magic bees made her head all glamorous too. Wow! I marched right up to her and told her to let the magic bees make me glamorous too. I didn't even need a halter and I didn't care how much those bees tickled. But you know, that Sienna didn't like the tickling magic bees. She doesn't care about looking glamorous. So the lady had to use the shiny pointy things and go snickety snickety under her head. But all the other ponies let the magic bees tickle them and make the shaggy hair go away. Even little Fiesta, who had a really shaggy face. When those ladies were here with the bat flying over top of them, the one lady kept saying Fiesta looked like a goat. I thought that was kind of funny, because you know, that Fiesta is pretty impressed with herself, but the lady didn't think it was very funny. She doesn't have much of a sense of humor when you compare us ponies to capras. So anyway, now we ALL look gorgeous. Of course.

pink-tongued cat

So you know that little black and white cat that lives in the barn? Last week, every time we saw that cat, it had its tongue sticking out. That was pretty odd, but you know, us ponies don't exactly think that cat is the brightest bulb in the barn aisle, if you get my drift, so walking around with it's tongue sticking out wasn't exactly totally out of character. That cat is ALWAYS happy, and rubbing up against the wimpy dog and following the lady and making rumbling noises. It walks right out into the middle of us ponies and its whole body is smaller than one of our pony heads, so we could bite it or stomp it into the mud. Definitely no sense of self-preservation. But come to find out, something made a big gash in the little cat's jaw and pretty much almost tore the bottom of it's face off. It wasn't that bossy dog that did it, altho I am sure she would like to tear that little cat's head off. And it definitely wasn't one of us ponies, because as goofy as that cat is, we don't ever try to hurt her. Maybe it was some wild thing, or that nasty all black cat that comes around here and steals the barn cats' food. The little cat didn't even act like it was in pain, it still seemed happy, even with its face all torn up. But it is healing now, altho it looks like it might not be able to fit that tongue back into it's mouth. What a funny little cat!

snow

The ground is covered in cold white stuff and more is falling from the sky. We are never going to find any nice grass at this rate. Last night the lady came out to put hay in our boxes and we were kind of in a bad mood because of all the white stuff everywhere. The boxes had white stuff in them and it was getting in our noses and some of the ponies had it on their backs. The lady put the hay in one of our boxes and I was grabbing some and then Sienna showed up, all bossy and acted like she was going to bite me. She is younger than me and not nearly as pretty, so it was just stupid of her to think she could scare me off, but maybe she didn't realize who she was talking to, because I had my head in the box. Anyway, I jumped back and swung my head around with my mouth open and chomped the lady right in her arm. Uh oh! I REALLY didn't mean to bite the lady! So then I had to back up and stand far away from the lady (AND the hay) while the lady rubbed her arm and all the other ponies got to eat MY hay. It was a terrible scene. This white stuff better go away soon, or I am going to starve to death.

Hay news

There has not been a lot of exciting things happening for me to tell you about. The other day my sister Gypsy pushed right by the lady as she was bringing our hay in and then she ran around outside of the pasture. The lady didn't chase her or anything, so Gypsy started to feel stupid after a while, prancing around all proud of herself, because we all had nice hay to eat and she was stuck in the field pretending that she was finding grass to eat. So she gave up and the lady put a halter on her and brought her back into our pasture. The good thing that came out of that is that the lady throws the hay bales over the fence now and then comes in and puts them in our hay boxes. So we have more time to grab mouthfuls of the hay before those nets go over top of it.
Yesterday, the lady came out and put a halter on Toby and took him to the White Hill. Toby is at least a hoof-height taller than me and he is a dull gray color, kind of like the white stuff on the ground, so I don't know why she would take him to the White Hill, but it is probably because he is always in the middle of everything and was standing right in front of the gate when she came in. She put the lumpy thing on his back and let him trot around. That lumpy thing kind of looks like a saddle, but it doesn't smell like it is made of dead cows and it is not shiny. And it hardly weighs anything at all. Then she put a shiny metal thing in his MOUTH and he had to walk around with that strapped to his head. He didn't like it at first, but then he got used to it. And then she climbed right on top of him and sat on the lumpy thing. Her feet were hanging by his sides and sometimes she squeezed him with her legs. He had a hard time figuring out what to make of it, but it wasn't scary or anything, so he just went along with it. And anyway, he got a carrot every time he did something that she liked, so he was okay with the whole deal. So then she took the stuff off him and put him away. And then FINALLY she brought us our hay.

Action at the park with the square rocks

The lady opened the big gate by the road in the morning before she gave us hay and pretty soon, trucks started coming in the gate. They drove right by us and went to the park with the square rocks sticking up. Then men got out of the trucks and started making lots of noise. They made trees fall down and pulled big piles of dead brush out of the park and put it in the field. The lady drove up there with the big orange machine and took some of the brush and tree parts down to a big pile by our pond. After the men left, the lady went back up with the big orange machine and turned some of the tree parts into little wood pieces that she put in the White Hill. She was very busy. Now it is cold and windy, so I don't think she wants to do that. When she tells us to get back from the hay boxes before she puts the hay in, her words are squeaky and she is coughing like she got into bad hay. This hay doesn't make us cough, so I don't know what hay she is eating.

Deer parts

The lady came out to our pasture and had her pockets full of carrots, so we all crowded around and wanted her to give them to us. But she put a halter on Tux and took him out of the gate. Tux is just a three year old and he hardly ever gets to go anywhere, so he was surprised. But he thought getting the carrots was worth the weirdness, so he followed along and they went into the barn and stood on the kind of bouncy ground with the lines on it. The lady got a funny looking nubby comb and scratched it on Tux and tried to get the dirt off him, but he was really dirty, so it didn't work real good. I think it is because he is a boy. Boys are always dirtier than us pretty girls. Then she took the metal stick and put it next to him to see how tall he is. I don't know why she did that. It is pretty easy to see that he is the same size as my brother Harley. Tux didn't want to have the stick next to him, but he put up with it even tho he was a little nervous. Then they got to go into the white hill and he trotted around a little bit and checked it out. He was pretty pleased with his little adventure when he got back out to see us. So no sooner did she let him go and there was Toby barging up and wanting some attention. Toby always wants to be in the middle of everything. So she put the halter on Toby and took him to the barn and put the metal stick next to him too. He didn't care, he was only interested in the lumpy brown thing that I was wearing the day before. So she strapped that lumpy brown thing on his back too and they went to the white hill. Toby thought he was pretty great carrying that lumpy thing around and he had his head all up and was trotting and acting like he owned that place. You know, the footing in there is little pieces of wood that are all chopped up and it is kind of soft and in some parts it is deeper than others. Toby was trotting along the sides of the walls mostly and the lady was cutting across some of the deeper stuff that was almost like a little pile and she tripped and almost fell down. Toby even stopped to see what was going on. The lady turned around and pawed at the wood stuff and a long skinny thing came out of it with a black pointy hoof on the end of it. So the lady pawed at it some more and it was a whole leg of a deer. Not just the part by the foot, but the whole way up to the slanty part. It was almost as long as Toby's leg. "Do you think the cat drug this in?" the lady asked Toby. Toby didn't know what to think. It seemed way too big and heavy for a cat to drag anywhere, but Toby really doesn't know much about cats. So the lady took the lumpy thing off his back and put him out with us. We all thought the deer leg story was the most interesting story we heard all day.

A good day

Well, even tho the weather has been not very cold and there has only been a bit of white stuff on the ground in the mornings, we have been totally neglected ponies and have hardly got any carrots at all forever. Oh sure, the lady brings us nice hay and puts it in the boxes and our big hay net, and she files our hooves so they look pretty and sometimes she pets us, but really, doesn't she realize how much we need carrots just to be appreciated? Of course, it has been a little windy and that big metal thing that she dragged out of the woods some time back is all noisy and trying to escape from where she tied it, but I still think she could pay more attention to us. Yesterday she rode around by our field on Artie and that hunk of a pony Fusion. We ran over to the fence and watched them go by. Today she was messing around with that white mare and then she drove back and filed the hooves on the mares that live with my dad and FINALLY, she came and got me and took me to the white hill. There were carrots already there waiting for me, but there was also a big brown lumpy thing that she picked up off the fence and put on top of me. It was gigantic, but it hardly weighed anything at all. And it had some shiny metal parts that were jingly. After she tightened a strap around my belly and gave me carrots, she let the metal things fall down by my sides and they were even more jingly, which I didn't like too much. So I trotted around and looked at them a couple of times, and then I just stopped and got carrots. So that actually worked out pretty well. The lady would say Trot and point which way she wanted me to go, so I would trot a little bit and then when she said Whoa, I stopped and got carrots. It was a really simple game and quite rewarding. So then I got to go back out with my friends, (but without the big lumpy thing on my back) and got to eat hay. It was finally a good day. We need more of those.