Bob amok

We had some excitement this morning!  After we got our hay, the lady drove the little green truck thing back to my dad Bob and his mares. She put some grain in for them and then while she was getting their hay, Bob opened the gate and strolled out.  He was pretty happy about being out of his pasture and paid no attention at all to the lady who tried to get him to come over to her to eat grain out of a little bucket.  He started to trot around and then he took off galloping and came to see us up here by our hay boxes.   The lady tried to run a little bit, but she is terrible at it because there is really deep mud.  So she got back in the little green truck thing and went sliding and bouncing through the mud after Bob.  We all ran down the hill to talk to him over the pasture fence and then we all galloped back up the hill. Bob was making those loud squealing noises and lunging at the boy ponies over the fence.  The lady caught up to him, but Bob turned and ran off toward the big mares.  I think he is fed up with living with those two fat grumpy mares in his pasture and he was looking for mares who might like him better. He ran to the field with that big Red mare in it and all those ponies.  Little Mat was in his pen where he eats breakfast and Bob jumped at him and knocked the gate off its hinges.  Then he ran over to talk to my Mom Tudi who lives in that pasture.  The Red mare tried to bite him, so then he ran to the bay bunch of big mares that live in the front pasture.  Those mares thought Bob was the cutest thing they had ever seen in their lives.  They all huddled by the fence and some of them were making advances toward him and telling him that he was handsome.  Bob was beside himself and never even noticed when the lady walked up to him and put a rope over his head. So then she took him to the small paddock in front of the barn and gave him hay.  He doesn't even have fat grumpy mares for company now.    So I am not sure that worked out how he had planned.  The lady was saying that she was going to move Bob out of the pasture as soon as one of his fat mares had her baby anyway.  She said she doesn't want anyone having foals in the middle of winter next year like they are this year.  But it is almost not winter here -- kind of.  There is only a little bit of white stuff lying around and if you squint your eyes, you can almost see the nice grass turning green.  Almost.        

Sad news

    So after the lady put Rita and the colt in the barn, there were a lot of ladies coming to the barn all the time.  Then a man and a different lady came in the middle of the night and they didn't leave until the sun was almost up.  Our lady was in the barn so much that we got our breakfast late, even tho she had other ladies helping her with our nice hay.  She spent almost all night in the barn that next night too.  But then tonight, she brought Rita out of the barn and put her out with her friends and Mom.  Rita was happy to be back with her friends and they all gathered around her to ask her where she had been.  Rita said the colt stopped moving and talking to her and got cold.  So it didn't need her any more.
    Now we have white stuff all over the ground that is higher than our knees.   It filled up the boxes and is everywhere except in our shed.   There is probably even white stuff inside the White Hill.  We are ready for green grass out here in our pony pasture.   

colt

I know, I haven't blogged for a long time.  I was waiting for something exciting to happen.  But all we have is weather and everyone has weather, so I didn't know if you wanted to read about our weather or not.  Our weather is cold and wet and sometimes the ground is hard and white and sometimes it is soft and mucky.  It is kind of hard to walk on either way.  The stupid geese are back on our pond and honking.  So then yesterday that horse mare Rita had a baby.  Rita was a little fat, but not real fat like Taca or that white horse mare that both live with Bob.  It was like a year since she had seen Bob so the lady used to think she was going to have a baby, but after a while she figured Rita was just a little chubby and not pregnant.  But obviously she was wrong about that.  So you know, foals have a lot of trouble walking at first and they fall down.  This new foal was not even able to get up because his back feet were curled up.  So the lady called another lady to help her move him.  That lady has really pretty hair that is almost as glamorous as my tail.   And then they called another lady, but it turns out that this other lady was a man, which apparently you can tell by the hair on its face. So the man picked up the colt and carried him across the frozen bumpy ground and they put Rita and the colt in the barn.  The ladies helped the colt stand up so that he could eat breakfast and then he would fall back down again.  But by the end of the day, he was getting up by himself and his feet weren't so curled any  more.  He is almost exactly the same color as I was when I was foaled, but he has long horse-like legs, probably because his mother is a horse.  So finally something interesting happened around here. Now we are all hoping the lady will be taking us to the White Hill and giving us carrots.  She says she will do that when the carrots thaw out.          

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.