White stuff everywhere

Ugh, I haven' t had a chance to work on this for a long time.  I have actually been getting complaints from my readers.  It is the white stuff.  It is everywhere.  So us ponies have nothing to do but stand around in the white stuff and either eat or wait for more hay to show up for us to eat.  The Lady comes in the little green truck thing in the mornings and then again in the afternoon and brings us nice hay.  This week she has been erratic tho. First there was a whole lot of white stuff and it kept falling from the sky all night and all day.  We hid in our sheds and sent Haylie out to watch for the lady to show up in the little green truck thing, and it seemed like she would never get here.  When she did finally show up, she was sitting backwards on that orange machine and making the white stuff fly all around.  I don't know  how the orange machine knew where to go.  If she was sitting like that on me,  I wouldn't know which way she wanted me to walk. So then we finally got hay and then there was more white stuff and wind, so here came the lady this morning in the little green truck thing and just before the bridge, the truck thing sunk it's round foot into the white stuff and stopped.  The lady seems to like to play a game like this with the truck thing because we have seen her do it a bunch of times.  But we do not think she should play the game before she brings us our hay.  We had to wait forever while she hiked back up to the barn and came back with the orange machine and made white stuff fly around again and eventually she got done playing around and brought our hay to us.  We were pretty annoyed with her being all late, and she started to try to make it up to us by telling us how cute we were and we thought she was going to come in and pet us while we ate the nice hay, but instead, she got all cranky and went slogging through the creek and the white stuff to find the biting rope that used to be strung along where we are not supposed to go.  The white rope was all pulled down and buried in the white stuff and the lady was floundering around in white stuff way up over her knees. So we did  not get petted at all.  Then the lady left in the green truck thing.  There is a big hill by the horses' pasture where we used to live and I think the green truck thing got tired when it was halfway up the hill because it stopped.  Then it went sideways and then we couldn't see the bottom of it at all. The lady got out of it and started poking the white stuff with a big blue square on a stick and that made the white stuff jump out from under the truck thing.  It was pretty far away from us, so it was not a very good show, if that was what the lady was aiming for.  Anyway, she did that for a long time, like she would poke the white stuff, then she would get in the truck thing and it would slide into more white stuff.  I am telling you, there is a lot of white stuff.  When it got toward the bottom of the hill, she stuck a big chain on it and attached it to the orange machine and yanked it out of the white stuff.  Then she drove them both through the horse pasture to get back up to the barn where the nice hay is.  By the time she was done, it was time for us to get more nice hay!            

winter wonder

Wow!  There is white stuff everywhere.  It is on the trees and the bushes and the ground and the logs and the fences.  The white stuff comes up to our pony knees so there is no nice grass to be seen anywhere.  At all. But under the white stuff it is gray and wet and squishy -- so really fun to walk in!  Yesterday the lady came back to see us and bring our hay on the big orange machine. The orange machine holds the hay up in the air in front of it and it grumbles the whole time it is running around, whether it is carrying hay or not.  After the lady gave us our hay, she went to look at our fence which is not really fence.  Some of it is a white rope that bites and some of it is a long ribbon like a pony would wear in her mane if she wanted to try to look as pretty as me.  The ribbon fence bites too a little bit.  But we couldn't see the rope or the ribbon too good because it had a cold tube of clear and white stuff around it that was as big around as a pony's leg!  And it was hanging low and sometimes even buried totally in the white stuff on the ground.  Us ponies could have walked right over top of that fence. So the lady walked along the fence with her big floppy feet disappearing  up over her lady fetlocks and she shook the fence and she scraped it with her front hooves so that the tube came off and then the fence came back up to its normal height.   At one place there was a whole big top of a dead tree that smashed down the fence, so the big orange machine had to grumble over to pick up the dead tree and push it back off the fence.  The lady walked all over our pasture and she was really wet by the time she drove the orange machine back to where we were eating our hay.  Then she petted us a little bit before driving right out the gate and leaving. There was either wet stuff or white stuff falling out of the sky all day yesterday and today.  Fortunately all us ponies have fuzzy coats so we don't mind any of it.  And we have sheds anyway if we do.        

Big adventure

Wahoo!  There is white stuff everywhere!  And I do mean everywhere because us ponies have gone and checked it out.  The white stuff started falling from the sky and then it would not stop.  All day long it fell and part of the night. But then yesterday it was not falling down, it was just all over the ground. But when you walked on it, your feet sank in and then it got brown.  It is really soft wet white and brown stuff.  The lady brought us our hay and put it in the nets way early yesterday.  So after we ate the hay, we didn't have much to do. You know, for a while, the lady was dragging big sticks around and piling them up all along the edge of the magic forest.  Now there is such a pile of big sticks that ponies can't even get through there.  And there are other places where she strung thick black and metal colored rope that I don't think a pony could break even if it ran really fast and ran right into it.   Plus, of course, there is the white rope that stings like a mean buzzy bug if you touch it, and that rope is in front of the stick wall and the black ropes.  But we noticed yesterday that with all the white stuff on the ground, some of the mean white rope had just up and disappeared.  I don't know what happened to it.  I am thinking those silly paranoid deer maybe knocked it down.  Those deer are completely freaking out recently and acting like everyone is out to get them. Like anyone would hurt a deer!    At any rate, we went over to where the rope was gone and discovered we could walk right over where the white rope used to be because everything was white.  Then we discovered that there was a part of the stick wall that didn't have any sticks, so it looked like it was just made for ponies to walk through.  So we did.  But inside the magic forest, there was nothing to eat, which, quite frankly,  was a huge disappointment. So we ran through the forest and came out by my dad Bob's pasture, where we all talked to Bob and his mares and that goofy foal.  Then we ran everywhere that there was no fence or horses and ponies.  It was all white, but some places had nice grass under the white stuff, so we dug around with our hooves and found lots of nice grass. Then we ran up and talked to the horses in the next pasture and Billy and Toby told them that they didn't like them.  There was a big field that used to have lots of grass, so we ran all around and make pony tracks all over it.  That was where we were when the lady showed up this morning. She was so happy to see us!  She told us we were super cute and then she went and got some nice hay and she took it into a paddock and started throwing it on top of the white stuff.  We were tired of digging for grass, so we ran over to the gate and ran in to eat the hay, which tasted really good!  But then after we ate all the hay we were stuck in there.  And the lady put straps on the heads of Harley and Billy and then she held on to ropes that were attached to them and she opened the gate and started walking with them back to our pasture. So everyone except Billy and Harley got to gallop around in the field again, but we mostly stayed up with them because they are our leaders and it would be against the pony rules to run off.  We stopped on the way back to dig up a little grass and to talk to my dad Bob through his fence, but then we would have to run fast to catch up.  So when we got back to our field, the white stinging rope was back up and there was lots of nice hay in our nets again.  It was a really fun adventure!  .                  .   

pointless endeavors

Us ponies are wet. We don't really mind being wet, because we are warm.  We don't have to go in our sheds when it is wet and warm.  We can just look for nice grass.  Nice grass is getting harder to find now.  We have to look in the bushes and by the creek for it.   Yesterday we were not wet and the lady came back to see us on an orange machine.  She drove around in the trees where there are lots of sticks laying around in the mud. She would back up toward one of the bigger sticks and then she got off and had a clanky bumpy rope that she tied on the stick.  After she got back on the orange machine and tried to drive away., the big stick ran after her and chased her.  Now we have all these big sticks laying around in our field.  They are going to be in the way of the nice grass.   Then the lady was driving around in the magical forest where we can't go any more.  It is really bumpy and there are lots of little and big sticks over there.

The lady has been making some of the horses move around to new pastures.  First Fleur moved in with Ferris and Mak because Artie left.  Fleur hated living with the two boys, so then Jewel moved in with them too, so then Fleur thought it was okay.  But then Ferris moved to the front pasture with Mari and Rita and Alexis.  Ferris liked living with Mak, even tho Mak would bite him, but the lady thought that he would like having his own girls to hang out with..  Alexis thought he was the cutest guy she had ever seen in her whole life, but Rita didn't like him at all. So now he has been living with those girls for a couple of days and they are all getting along better.  I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to be his girlfriend.  He is tall and super cute and doesn't bite at all.  Except grass and hay.  I would like to have Ferris live with us. But Billy would not like him and he would definitely bite him.  Billy thinks he is the boss of us, but everyone else back here knows that my sister Gypsy is really the boss.       

After the lady got done being chased by the big sticks, we went over to see if she had anything good to eat.  She told us that she would bring the stupid nets out and hang them up, which she did this morning in the rain.  But then she left and has not come back with any hay for the nets.  So what is the point of that?.          

Rain

The lady who lives up the road said that I should blog about the rain.  I don't think she likes the rain. I know she doesn't like the mud.  That is where us ponies are different from her.  Since the rain came, the grass is greener, so we are pretty happy about that. The grass had been turning brown for a while and we were starting to think that our personal lady better get out here with those stupid hay nets and bring us hay.  But then it rained.  So this is way better.  And mud feels so good when it is squashed around and smeared on our backs.  And necks.  And faces.  Of course, you have to work at it to get a good covering, -- first you have to find a place where there isn't grass growing, then you have to make sure that there are not a bunch of sticks or rocks there and then you can finally lay down and flip around.  I think I have a predisposition toward rain because my mom Tudi looks like one of those ponies from Dartmoor, and of course, my dad Bob is of Welsh descent.  I hear they get pretty much rain over in those places.
 
So we are all looking pretty good back here,  We have found a LOT of different kinds of adornments for our manes and forelocks. There are big burdocks and cockleburs for large entanglements, and then we add little bitty round burs and some cool black stickers that bristle out all over our heads that set off the mud beautifully.  The only problem is that to get the burs, we have to go in the bushes where there are little itchy bugs that crawl on our heads and bite us and turn into fat bugs.  Those bugs are mean and make sores on our necks and under our heads.  So the lady comes back and scratches us and takes the bugs off, but then we have to go find new ones, so it is a vicious cycle. I guess that is just one of the hazards of looking gorgeous.          

Carrot shortage

It has been a while since I blogged.  Us ponies have been busy this summer.  There was a lot of grass to eat.  We had to check the fence to make sure that it was still up and we had to eat grass on top of the hill and by the apple tree, over by the rocks and by the creek and on the other side of the bridge and we had to check inside the round log circle and along where the logs are piled up.  Like I said, there was a lot of grass to maintain.  One time someone came and drove around on the orange machine and made the weeds shorter in parts of our fields, but he didn't stop and talk to us or anything.  And of course we have our fancy new sheds that we could stand inside when the bugs were biting our ears.  The sheds are a problem because we all have to stand inside the same shed.  I don't know why there are two of them. For a while Toby and Harley left with the lady and we didn't see them for a long time.  And then, here they come, waltzing back into our field two days ago and acting like they were happy to see us when we knew that they had been up by the barns getting carrots and doing fun stuff.  So we are pretty mad at them and we are not even talking to them hardly at all.  And Gypsy and Billy bit them.  So there.  The lady only comes to see us a couple of times a day and then she pets on us and doesn't have carrots.  We would like to help that lady ride better if that is what she wants, but we can't help her if she doesn't sit on our backs.  So she is out of luck.  She only sits on the backs of some of the horses and ponies that she has up by the barn.  She was sitting on the one pony and he was trying to help her ride better and she would fall off.  I don't think she is catching on to it at all.  She is calling  him a little bucker.  I think that is rude. The lady acted like she was going to take LuLu up to the barn with her and Lulu was being all friendly and getting her head rubbed on and then the lady stopped and said that Lu was skunked, so she couldn't go with her.  I am not sure what that means, but apparently it is something that will wash off after a while. Today the lady spent the whole morning with a stick with a square brown thing on the end, mucking around at the end of Krissy's pasture.  She went into the high weeds outside the fence so that you couldn't even see her and knocked the weeds down and then made a path for the water to run in.  Then she went in the mud that was almost up to her knees and  scooped it around and made the water run out of the pasture.  It was pretty funny sometimes because she would get stuck and couldn't get her big feet out of the mud. When she got done, she had almost as many of those stickers and little burs all over her hair as us ponies have. But ours looks way better because of the artistic shapes that we make with our forelocks.  Hers was really random.  But then she pulled them all out anyway, because she knew she could never get them to look as good as we do.
   So life is good without bugs and we are thinking that soon the lady is going to bring the big nets down here and hang them up to put hay in. Grass is better but the grass is getting harder to find.  If only there were more carrots........               

New Sheds

The noisy man with the little buzzy loud machines has been back here hanging out with us and making a racket.  Sometimes he brings another man and sometimes he just climbs up and down by himself. He brings a blue truck but no carrots or anything that is good for a pony to eat.  He was dragging flat tree parts around by our log circle and when he was done, there was a big box that we could stand inside.  LaPerlita went and stood inside it but us other ponies were suspicious and we kept standing in the trees.  Now he is doing it all over again but a little further from our log circle.  And LaPerlita got sick so the lady took her away.  Sometimes ponies go away  and then they stay at the barn for a while and then they come back. A couple of days ago, the lady brought some other ladies and some girls to visit us.  It was great!  They all hugged us alot and petted us and told us how beautiful we are.  But there were no carrots.  If there had been carrots, me and Gypsy would have had to chase the other ponies away from the girls and the ladies so that we could eat them all. The hugs were nice, but they were not worth chasing anyone around for them.  And there were enough hugs to go around anyway.