The Melt

I have not been blogging much because there has been insufficient excitement here in our pony field.  I guess I could tell you about the little quarrels between my sisters or who could bite off bark highest on a tree, but really, I am not that petty.  So today, we were all standing by the nets, waiting for the lady to show up with our hay, just like we do every morning.  Actually, we only started using the nets again yesterday because the nets had white stuff that piled up at the bottom of them and then it got hard and the nets got stuck in it.  So we were getting our hay thrown around and we just ate it off the white ground.  That was okay with us.  Hay on the ground is better than hay in nets because we can eat it faster, but hay in nets is okay too because it lasts longer.  So today, it was really windy and lots of wet stuff was falling on us.  The lady came back in the little green truck thing and after she gave hay to my dad Bob and his mares, she was supposed to drive across the creek and come back to us.  But the creek was way wide and usually it goes through these big round things that are bigger around than a pony's butt, but today you can't even see the round things. The creek was gurgling and swirling around and there was no ground on the sides of it.  Instead, the lady drove the little green truck thing through all the mushy white stuff that is still on the ground to the big gate in my dad Bob's pasture and drove through it and then she stopped.  Then she drove it a little backwards and a little frontwards and did that a whole bunch of times until finally she went backwards out the gate again.  Then she drove through just a little bit and turned so she was on gray ground. As all ponies know, gray ground is absolutely the worst kind of ground to walk on.  It is hard and makes your feet slide around.  But the lady drove on the gray ground out to the middle of Bob's pasture but then she ran out of gray ground.  So she got out and took a bale of hay and dragged it across the mushy white stuff to another little gate in the back that is next to our pasture.  We knew that section because the fence is really low back there,  -- it hardly even goes up to a pony's fetlock, and when the lady came through the gate her whole legs disappeared into the mushy white stuff.  Ha! Ha! She was trying to make us laugh.  So she dragged the hay into our pasture across the low fence and  we galloped over and were so happy.  Then she went back to the green truck thing and did it three more times.  When she was done, she said it was a cardio-work-out, whatever that is.    The hay is a little wet from being dragged through the mushy white stuff, but it was still good.  And at least it was something different.              

Winter Blues

Me and my sisters pretending we care about blue snow.

So us ponies are starting to think the lady is getting a bit "touched in the  head."   Not that she hasn't always been somewhat difficult to figure out, but this latest obsession is pretty weird.  The lady is all upset about our pee.  That's right, our pony pee.  Now, as everyone knows who has a pony in climates where ponies pee in snow,  pony pee is generally orange.  Sure, it can be lighter orange, even to the point of yellow, or so dark that newbies to pony pee freak out and start running around yelling about ponies peeing blood. Ha! Ha! -- that is a fun pony trick!  So when the lady saw a dark blue splash in the snow, she looked worried.  She checked out all us ponies as if looking at us was going to tell her who the blue pee-er was.  At first, she said she thought maybe the chainsaw man who was making all the buzzing noises when it was warm had spilled some of the blue juice from his little buzzing machine on the ground and it had bubbled up through the snow.  But a couple of days later, she saw a fresh new spot that was in deep snow.  So then she went up to her barn and got her camera to take a picture of the blue spot in the snow. But by the time she came back to us ponies with the camera, she thought the blue spot had faded.  Of course, I posed for some pictures because it is way better to have pictures of gorgeous ponies than pictures of pee spots, and I even acted like I was pointing my nose at the snow so it looked like I was interested in her problem.  She took some pics of us ponies and then she went traipsing off in the snow to other parts of our pasture where we usually hang out to look for other blue spots. And then she found a post had been knocked down and there was fence all strung out on the ground.  So then she was all distracted and stopped looking for pee spots and went and got tools and drove the little green truck thing back there and messed around with the fence until it was almost time to give us more hay.  (You can see why we have training issues with her -- she has such a short attention span...)  So anyway, when she brought us our hay, right there by the gate was a whole new blue pee spot. So she took a pic when it was almost dark.  

  
     

Snow versus ice

Now there is white stuff falling from the sky again. We had white stuff falling a couple of times before and then there was a lot of white stuff piled up on the ground.  Then wet stuff fell and it got really warm so that us ponies could hardly stand it.  The wet stuff turned into water all over the ground and on top of the white stuff and the white stuff turned into shiny gray stuff.  Everything was turning into something else.  The creeks where the water runs that we drink got way high and over flowing and then overnight the water got hard and we couldn't drink it.  There was hard shiny gray water just about everywhere we looked.  We still had places with white stuff, so we walked on that, because everyone knows the number one horse rule is to never walk on shiny gray stuff  We walked on the white stuff to where the creek used to be and dug around with our hooves, but we couldn't find any water that wasn't hard.  The lady came out with a big stick that had a hard dark part at the top and she hit on the hard water and made banging noises.  Then the hard water fell apart and we could find water to drink again.  She went over to that Hunk Fusion's pasture and was walking on the white stuff and then  Fphumpf! --half the lady disappeared into the white stuff. Only the top half of the lady was sticking out.  The top half of the lady waved its arms and then came out of the white stuff backwards.  Then we could see the bottom half of the lady too and it was shiny.  So I guess she found water that wasn't hard and she didn't even have to bang around.  The white stuff that is falling now is covering over the shiny gray stuff.  We are waiting to see if that will be good or bad.  Sometimes it makes the ground better for walking, but sometimes it just hides the slippery parts.       .    

What if we get shot at?

Can you BELIEVE this?  The lady showed up here with these floppy things and put them on our heads!  She said we were rein dears. This is just plain embarrassing!   And it's not like there are even any reins involved.  (Harley says reins are the straps that the lady holds on to when she sits on his back.)  So there we were waiting for hay and next thing we knew, she was sticking these things on us and laughing. It is not funny.  We are not dears. 
She tried to put them on those horse mares' heads too, but the horse mares said "No way."  She didn't have any carrots so the horse mares were not playing.  So then she put the floppy things on top of the horse mares'  hay feeder. which the horse mares didn't like either.  But they checked them out anyway to see if they could eat them.  (You can't eat them -- I checked.)
  

White stuff

Wow!  There is white stuff everywhere!  Yesterday the ground had hardly any white stuff at all on it, and then after it got dark, the white stuff started to fall from the sky.  Those magic trees work really good to keep the white stuff from sitting on pony backs, but really, you have to stand under the magic trees for it to work -- Harley!  So when it got light again, we could hardly see anything because it was so bright.  The white stuff is as high as our pony knees all over where there used to be nice grass a long time ago.  We were starting to wonder where the lady was with our hay when here she came on the little orange machine and making a racket. The first problem was that she didn't have any hay with her like she does on the green truck.  Knowing how we were starving to death, you'd think she would have been considerate enough to bring us our hay before she went playing around on that orange machine. She was making the orange machine go backwards and it was spraying white stuff out in a big arc alongside it.  It took her forever to get back to our pasture gate, and when she got here, she just left again, but that time she made the machine go frontwards. And then finally, she came back with the little green truck thing and gave us our hay. It has been a trying morning, let me tell you.     

Magic in the hemlocks.

The lady has been futzing around in the woods next to our pasture every day.  She drives the little green truck thing in there and then sometimes she makes buzzing noises but most of the time, we can just hear her tromping around in there, where it is dark and there are too many bushes to see through.  So today, she came walking along where the fence tape was strung along the side of our pasture and next thing we knew, the tape was on the ground and then it just slithered away!  I saw it first, but I didn't want to say anything about it, but then Harley saw it and so he went running over to see what was going on.  And he could run right over where the fence used to be and right into the woods.  So we all went galloping after him and we could run right through all the trees, until there was new fence at the back along where stones were piled up.  So then we turned and ran in the other direction and there were apple trees and a big drop down to the creek.  We looked and looked, but there was no nice new grass. Every other time we went into a new section, there was nice grass, but not this time,  It was just lots of trees and bushes. The trees are green and smell good, not like the trees in other parts of our pasture which don't have any leaves on them.  And the trees make the woods dark.  Since there is no nice grass, we were wondering why the lady even had us go in there. You know, we have been making the trees in our pasture look very fancy by biting at the stems of them and making them light-colored, so we started to wonder if maybe she wanted us to be fancying up these trees too. So we were standing there under the green trees and then we could hear wet stuff falling out of the sky.  You know how you can hear the wet stuff hitting all around and then you can see the other ponies get wet and feel it get all cold on your back and on your ears and face?  Well, we could hear it, but we weren't getting wet!  So that was when I realized that we were in a magic forest. Which just proves my suspicions that I am a magic princess pony.  I'm so excited!           

Cold and Wet

So the weather has not been good and there is no nice grass growing at all.  Yesterday there was cold white stuff falling from the sky and then it just turned into wet stuff that made the dirt slippery and mushy.  It was really wet.  It made you feel like just biting any smaller pony's butt that came by you.  The lady was late with our hay and it took her forever to put it in the nets.  Then she went to give some feed to my dad Bob and his mares and foals in the pasture next to ours.  Those foals are getting big.  There is the one named Cracker Jack that used to be black and now he is roany like me.  The other one is Peaches' little brother.  The lady seems to have run out of names, so she just calls him Peaches' Brother, or PB.   PB was all bent about the lady showing up to feed them late.  The other ponies were nickering and milling around but PB came up to that lady as she came in the gate and swung his butt around and acted all menacing.  She didn't like that.  She whacked his butt and told him to knock it off.  He threw his head all around and was snorting and then trotted around in circles and kept turning his butt toward her.  She gave some feed to my dad Bob (who always eats first) and then went to put some in Taca's dish. But the dish had slushy water in it so after she dumped it out and stood up, PB had backed up toward her and Wham! Wham! -- he kicked her really hard!  Twice!  Personally I think that was a mistake.  You get more feed if you turn your head toward the lady than if you turn your butt toward her.  So then she had mud all over her and she called him some new names, but none of them were PB or even Peanut Butter.  She even threw a little stick at him as he cantered around in circles with his head all up and was bucking and all proud of himself.  So then he didn't get anything good to eat because he eats with his mama Taca, and he wouldn't come back over to her with the lady standing right there.  Today the sun is out so us ponies are in way better moods than when it was wet.  We just hope she gets back here quick with that hay.