blizzard

So you know, there is a lot of that cold white stuff and the wind is blowing it all around.  There was a little bit of it falling from the skies yesterday and then last night, a whole lot of it started to fall down.  The lady took little Mat and Tux and put them in the pony barn and then she brought us our hay, but she just threw it in the boxes and didn't put the nets on top of it.  This was good because we wanted to eat that hay quick and then go back to our nice shed so we were not standing in the wind.  When she was done feeding everyone else, she took some halters out to Artie and Fusion and put one on Artie's head.  When she put the other one on "the Fuse", the halter got stuck on his forelock and only went over one ear.  He had too much white stuff on his head and his fancy black and white mane was all sticking up and in the way.  He doesn't like too much to have his one ear messed with anyway, so he didn't want the lady to put the halter all the way on his head.  So she just told him to come along and opened the gate so that she and Artie and the Fuse could go in the barn. They don't have a nice shed in their paddock like we do.  So the lady turned around to close the gate and the Fuse put his head down and shook it and the halter fell right off his head!   He was a little surprised and he jumped  in the air and then he spun around and bucked and ran off  so that the lady and Artie could not see him with all the white stuff blowing all around.  Artie was worried that he would never see his friend again so he started yelling as they walked around the barn to go in the front door.  When they got to the door, here came the Fuse, charging out of the white stuff and casually strolling into the barn with his buddy Artie.  So then he and Artie got some hay and everyone was happy that they were not out in the storm.    

winter blues

    So us ponies have been terribly neglected lately so there really has not been much to blog about.  The lady put some kind of shiny strip things on the round feet of the little green truck, so she isn't even providing us with dinner entertainment on the hill by our pasture.  And she spends all her time with little Mat and our buddy Tux, who are both in the pony barn and getting pampered.  That Tux came strolling out of the barn the other morning all by himself and let me tell you, he is looking chubby.  He was all impressed with himself for walking around without the lady attached to him, so he went exploring to see the other horses.  The lady walked after him and caught up with him and made him go in the small paddock then with Mat.  Mat has a big puffy blanket on, so you can hardly even see him. 
   You know, we don't have any grass because the ground is hard and has white stuff on it, so we are stuck eating hay out of boxes.  The lady had been bringing  us hay that is square and tied with green string and it was good and hearty and we liked it alot.  So then a couple of days ago, when she threw the hay over the fence before she came in to put it in the boxes, we could see that the hay was different.  It was softer and had a yellow string on it.  The squares were smaller and so there were more of them.  Of course , as usual, we ran to the hay and started eating it and it was wonderful! It was the best hay we ever ate in our lives.  We never knew there was such great hay  in the world.  It was almost like nice grass.  So we ate all that hay and when the lady brought us hay the next day, it had green strings tying it together.  We ran over to grab that hay and Ugh, it was the worst tasting hay in the world.  If we were not starving to death, we would not have eaten it, much less gone to all the work of having to pull it, bit by bit, out of the boxes.  It was such bad tasting hay that we did not even eat it all out of the boxes.  We left some in there so she could see what we thought about it. And then when she came to bring us more hay, some of us just stood on the creek and looked at her.  We were doing that so she could see that the water was hard. We did go eat the hay then and it was not as bad as it was before. The lady went to the creek with a funny stick and hit the hard water a lot of times until we could see the normal water that was under the hard water.  So that is about it for the excitement around here.  I would like to go in the white hill, but it is okay here hanging out with my friends and laying in the sun.            

That's entertainment!

So you know, there was a lot of that white stuff falling out of the sky and there was already a lot of the stuff on the ground, so that it was up to our knees.  The lady brought us our nice hay and put it in our boxes and then she drove that little green truck thing back to Bob and his mares and gave them hay too.  So then here she came back up the hill in the little green truck thing, right outside our fence where she always drives it.  But halfway up the hill, the green truck thing started going sideways and then it slid around and then it rolled right back down the hill backwards.  So then it did it again, but it was sliding all different ways and skidding in the white stuff and just about spinning around.  That was pretty interesting -- dinner AND a show!  So we watched it while we ate our hay, but the lady just left the green thing at the bottom of the hill and walked back up the hill.  It was down there by the pond  all night and it turned all white.  Then the next morning, she walked back down the hill and started it up and did that skidding, sliding stuff some more.  But she didn't give us our hay, so it was not as much fun.  Then she walked back up the hill and got a red can that smelled funny and poured stuff into the side of the truck thing.  There really is no point in having a show if you don't have anything to eat while you watch, so we tried to show the  lady the error of her planning and we all went over and started biting the fence.  Just so she would understand that we needed hay to appreciate her maneuvers.  The lady looked at us kind of like that coyote used to look at the stupid geese when he was stalking them.  So anyway, she walked back up the hill and got one of the orange machines and carried our hay bales in the front of it and gave us some hay right in front of our shed.  No boxes!  It was grand, so obviously we were very smart to bite the fence that way.  When we got back over to the boxes, there was a big path as wide as a pony is long running the whole length of our pasture down to the pond.  And the green truck thing was back at the top of the hill and there was hay in our boxes.  What a day!      

Snow

So last night, a lot of white stuff started falling out of the sky.  It is cold and it will go right up your nose if you put your head up to look for where your sisters got to and see who is sneaking up on you.  A couple of times before we had some white stuff falling down but that was just a little bit of white stuff and this time there is a whole lot of it.  The wind is blowing so the white stuff is making piles and ridges so some places the ground is dark and hard and rough and other places it is soft and white.   Us ponies went in our big shed to get out of the wind.  There is no white stuff in our shed.  This morning, we heard the little green truck thing that brings us our nice hay, so we ran up the hill to the boxes to wait for it.  But the green truck thing  went to our shed and the lady threw our hay in front of the shed so we didn't have to eat it out of the boxes.  You know we hate those boxes, because they get in the way of our hay.  So we ate the hay fast and then we didn't have anything to do again, except stand in the shed and watch the wind blow the white stuff around.  The ground in the White Hill is white too, so I don't think we are going to get a chance to go in there any time too soon either.   The white stuff feels good on our feet, but I am ready for it to stop now.  We have enough white stuff.

lady laminitis?

So everyone and everything was way wet and we had to stand in our shed for days.  There was hardly any sun and the dirt got really super soft and it is deep and shiny and a little bit slippery.  Some of the ponies like to lay down and roll around and then when they get up, you can hardly tell who they are. I do not do that because I prefer to keep my beautiful coat all fluffy and shiny.  A couple of days ago, a different lady came and put hay in our boxes for breakfast and for dinner.  And then the next day, our lady was back, but she walked funny.  Have you heard about how some ponies walk when they eat too much nice green grass, or they go in the barn and eat lots of good grain and then their feet hurt?  I have never seen any ponies that this happened to, so maybe it is a farm legend.  All of us ponies have feet that are pretty and feel good.  Anyway, the lady was walking like her feet hurt like those ponies.  I don't know where she would have found a lot of green grass, because all our grass is brown. She was having a lot of trouble walking in the deep mushy ground with her floppy shiny big feet.  It was taking her forever to put our hay in our boxes.  We tried to get her to go faster by grabbing the bales of hay with our teeth but she didn't seem to like that at all.  And when we crowded around her,  sometimes her floppy feet disappeared completely, -- so how could we help it if we accidentally put a hoof on top of them?   So today she was almost normal but maybe that was because the ground was harder because it was really cold last night.  If she starts to walk like a normal pony, maybe I will get to go into the White Hill soon.   

boredom

I thought I'd have something interesting to blog about before now, but really, it is so boring around here there was not much to say.  There is stuff happening sometimes, but it is more of the same stuff.  There are still stupid geese swimming around in the pond with the little brown fuzzy animals with the skinny tails, still brown deer walking around in the fields eating nice grass and we are still stuck eating our hay out of boxes with nasty nets in them.  One day we tore the whole top off one of the boxes, but the lady made a new one and put it on.  After Tux got better and came back to live with us, that little gray filly, Mixtique, got sick and then her head swelled all up.  Toby said he got sick like that a bunch of years ago, but he is fine now.  He doesn't have a big head now, but he has a big ego.  When the lady comes out to put a halter on one of us ponies so we can go eat carrots with her in the White Hill, Toby is always right up there in the front with Harley and Billy.  And now Tux thinks he has to get in on the action too.  I think it must be a boy thing.  Of course, I want to go eat carrots, but I can't even edge my head in between those pushy guys.  My sister, Gypsy is really pushy, so she bites them, so she does get to go with the lady sometimes.  Yesterday, the lady had a bunch of pipes that she took into the White Hill and she was making loud noises in there.  Then she came and got some of us ponies and took us in there and I got to go too!  But after we stepped up on the wooden square thing, she went into the White Hill and I started to follow her, but when we got the gate, I stopped and didn't think I even wanted to walk in there.  There were pipes all over the ground!   They looked really scary and I was pretty sure they were super dangerous.  But the lady convinced me to walk inside and then we both walked right over top of the pipes.  Sometimes my feet would hit the pipe and it moved a little bit and made a clunky noise, but I hardly even flinched.  Then the lady made me walk over them by myself and when I would get to the pipe, she would say "Jump!"  Then I would get a carrot.  I am not sure what this "Jump" business is, but I think I am really good at it.  I am glad us ponies are finally getting to have fun in the White Hill, because it seemed like the lady was only taking those horses in there recently.  She would bring up Jewel and Alexis and Fleur and Mari but us ponies were way neglected.   Then the lady took Alexis and Fleur over to the barn because she said she thought they were ponies.  She put a shiny stick next to them that she said would show if they were ponies.  It is pretty obvious that they are horses because everyone knows that horses are big doofuses and ponies are cute and smart and short and all that.  Anyway, the shiny stick has a shorter black part that lays across their backs by their necks and makes them freak out. Then the lady reads a number on the shiny part.  "15" it said.  So the lady says they are horses.  Like everyone didn't already know that.   But I am not sure what that stick would say if she put it next to Mixtique.  She is cute and gray and ponyish.   Her brothers, Mak and Mat, are pretty short too.
   So I hope we get more excitement soon.   I want to see what happens with those pipes.       

Fall UnEase

    I don't know what is going on with everyone getting sick around here.  First AA, that big Thoroughbred mare that used to live in Boston had a belly ache and she was lying down and pawing until the lady gave her some medicine and then she felt better.  Then my Mom Tudi started lying down and was sad.  So the lady called some guy who stuck a needle in her neck and then she felt better.  And then yesterday, the black Tux, who lives with us, got sick and he didn't want to move.  He would just stand there.  He is quiet and sensitive and doesn't say much and the (other) bossy ponies didn't even know he was sick at first.  They would tell him to get out of their way and when he didn't, they would bite him. So the lady made him go into the White Hill with her and she washed off his feet and then another lady came when it was dark and she stuck a bunch of needles in his neck.  So I think he is feeling better now.  He is getting a lot of hay to eat in there and he doesn't even have to eat it through these nets in boxes.  
   But the lady said she is getting fed up with all these sick and dead and suicidal and stupid animals.  She has to keep dumping out Fusion and Artie's water trough because mice jump in there that can't swim. And then there was the raccoon.  He had decorated his fur with burdocks, so I guess he wanted to show it off.  He walked right up in the middle of the day and sat by the barn door watching the lady while she was making loud bang noises with a long brown stick.  You know, the barn is full of those noisy little brown birds, and sometimes after she pointed the stick at the birds, one would fall down. So she saw the raccoon sitting there watching her and she said "Shoo!"  I don't know why she thought saying "Shoo" would make the raccoon run away if the loud bang noises didn't.  Wow, if that was me, I would have run off when I heard the first bang, but not that raccoon. He just strolled over closer to the lady and sat down.  So then the lady went in the place where she keeps medicines and some carrots and brown and black leather things and when she came back out, she pointed the stick at the raccoon and it went bang again.  Then the raccoon fell over dead.   I think the lady felt bad for the raccoon, what with it being all friendly and everything, but she said that wild things are supposed to act like wild things, like the deer that run off and wave their tails at her when she gets close to them.  And she didn't think those dogs that live in the other barn with her would want to be friends with the raccoon.
   So I hope no one else is acting weird or sick around here.  It is getting chilly and we are all wearing warm fuzzy coats and are pretty chubby, so I guess we are ready for when that white cold stuff falls out of the sky.  But I would rather have nice grass!