Filly

Aunt Taca had a baby! It is a cute filly with a big white blaze on her face. The lady walked Taca and the foal right by our fence to take them up to the barn and we all ran over to the fence to watch. Some of Taca's older pony kids were calling out to her as they walked by, but Aunt Taca didn't want to talk to them or to have them close to her baby. She made nasty faces and scooted around to make sure the baby was right next to her and didn't go wandering off. They got to spend part of the day in the small paddock up there, while men put noisy hay bales in the top of the barn, and then she got to go back into the barn and the lady gave her lots of hay. She is very lucky to have all that hay and to get to eat the grass in the paddock. Even Ferris and Mak got to run around in the grassy big arena and eat grass there while the men had the hay truck in their paddock. Us ponies got to eat some of the new hay but we didn't get any new grass. The lady came out to see us with that little bossy dog and gave us some carrots, but we had to work for them and give her kisses and stuff. Now the bugs are starting to come out. Those mean nasty little black flies go in our ears and bite them. I hate those flies.

hairy weather

It has been windy here almost every day. I think some of those littler ponies were almost going to blow away, but they haven't yet. With the wind, it is not hot like it was for a while there and the grass is green but really short. We walk around and look for longer grass to eat, but everywhere we go, it is short. Even in the far pasture where the ground is still wet, it is short. Last evening, there were almost as many deer in my dad Bob's pasture as there are us ponies, which is a lot. The lady doesn't let Bob and his mares go out in that pasture yet, so they were staring at the deer and were pretty mad at them, eating their grass. The lady has been coming out to visit us almost every day with carrots and sometimes we get to go into the white hill and try to train that lady into giving us the carrots. She is starting to catch on. She also brings out a long metal scratchy thing that she scrapes across our backs and necks and butts. It feels wonderful and our hair flies around every which way in the wind. The lady keeps going Pfft Pfft and spitting out hairs. You should see the Fusion when she does it to him. He looks like he is inside a fuzzy yellow tornado! That big red mare that lives with my Mom Tudi and my little brother is still really hairy and fat. Every day, the lady goes out and looks under her belly. That mare is grumpy too, so I don't think I'd be sticking my head under her belly.
Yesterday the lady who talks funny came to see us and she went to some of the boy ponies and started yanking on their manes. When she was done, there were pieces of mane on the ground and their manes were almost as short as mine. But of course, mine is way more glamorous because I had mine cut off to look like a polo pony back when it was colder and now it is growing back. That lady didn't have a hat on, so I couldn't try to bite it. She didn't have any carrots, so I hardly talked to her at all. If you want attention from me, it is best to carry treats.

Hot hot hot

So here we are in our gorgeous, glamorous fur coats, and the sun is so hot that we are getting them all sweaty. This is not good. Some of the ponies are actually losing their hair, like little Perlita, but my hair isn't coming out. Maybe it is going to get cold again. Then I will need my fur coat. Today the lady came and got Harley and when she brought him back, he was all wet. He felt better for a little while, and he liked being able to roll in the dirt with his hair all wet. You know, that big fat Red horse mare looks like one of those Curly Bashkir horses, she was way too hot today, so the lady made her all wet too. The good news is that even though it is really hot, there are hardly any bugs out. Usually when it is so hot, there are lots of bugs. There are no bugs in our ears or flying around our eyes.
A couple of days ago, the lady fixed the temporary fence that makes our pasture real big and opened the gate so we could go out there to look for nice grass. When we saw her opening that gate, we ran like crazy so we could eat all that green grass, but when we got there, the grass was way shorter than we expected. It looked really green from the other side of the gate, but up close, there was not so much of it. We even ran to other parts of the field that looked greener, but they weren't any different. I wish she would open the gate to the nice grass by our pond. We can see that grass is way better than the stuff on our side of the fence. (Editor's note: No, it's not.)
The lady has been taking some of the ponies out and putting the brown lumpy thing on their backs. Then she rides them and gives them carrots. Yesterday she was riding that Artie (who lives with Fusion) by the pond and some ducks flew up off the pond and scared Artie. He took off and I thought that lady was going to end up right on the ground behind him. But she didn't fall off, she just pulled on the reins that were attached to a metal thing in his mouth so he stopped. I think he felt a little silly after he looked around and saw that there was nothing to be scared of.

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.