so, every day when I go out to feed the ponies, they come running to greet me at the fence. The past few days have been gorgeous out, the snow is melted, the fields are a bit muddy from that. But the sunshine and wind has dried stuff up quite a bit, but not everywhere. It doesn't help that there is a natural spring that feeds into the field.
At any rate, today the pony was feeling extra frisky. Most likely due to this gorgeous weather. She ran nickering to the gate as I entered. And then took off running and bucking and leaping as soon as I kissed at her to move off. She ran around back behind the barn as I was going in the barn, went to put the brakes on to turn and promptly fell flat on her side. Hopped up and continued on her wild bucking, farting, kicking out streak.
Brush it off Pony, just brush it off!
What a goober! LOL
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Carrots vs Apples
Carrots win. At least for pony they do. Why? Apples are so much tastier. Well, unless you have ranch dressing. Then carrots win (who wants to dip an apple in ranch? ewwwww!)
But yes. The carrots were gobbled up by both ponies actually. Apples were later eaten by the garbage disposal (err...haflinger).
Good thing the pony didn't realize I had a tin of altoids in my pocket. I'd probably just now be picking myself up from the ground from a knock-down mugging of pony greed.
But yes. The carrots were gobbled up by both ponies actually. Apples were later eaten by the garbage disposal (err...haflinger).
Good thing the pony didn't realize I had a tin of altoids in my pocket. I'd probably just now be picking myself up from the ground from a knock-down mugging of pony greed.
Oh...Pony...
Some days, I tell you. I need to keep track of all the times I look at my little black and white mare and go, "oh...pony...." and shake my head. And yes, she is a pony, not just a horse I call a pony.
Yes...she's a filthy mess in that photo. And her hair is just an unruly mop. She's got a bit more black on the other side, which is also the side that has her "crazy eye" as most people call it. I just call it blue though
She's a fun little beastie though, if not a bit messed up in the head at times. Regardless, I trust her completely when riding her, and most of the time when she's not being ridden. Nah, I trust her.
She's my little bug and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Even if the squirrels around here think she needs to find a new home (or at least share her food with them)
Yes...she's a filthy mess in that photo. And her hair is just an unruly mop. She's got a bit more black on the other side, which is also the side that has her "crazy eye" as most people call it. I just call it blue though
She's a fun little beastie though, if not a bit messed up in the head at times. Regardless, I trust her completely when riding her, and most of the time when she's not being ridden. Nah, I trust her.
She's my little bug and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Even if the squirrels around here think she needs to find a new home (or at least share her food with them)
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