Interminably Intermittent

Oh, hi! Long time, no see!

I know, I know, I've been rather reclusive of late. Blame it on Mother. She comes up and does stalls or feeds us, but doesn't always bother to give me cookies (scandalous) or even, really, play with me at all.

sniff, sniff


Mother stopped up this evening, and took pictures of us and the new mare and gave us cookies. Unfortunately, the internet is not cooperating and it is taking forever to load pictures, so this one will have to get you by until Mother figures it all out. This is still my beautiful Belle, by the way. That pesky new Bobbie is around here somewhere...

OMG! Red Mare Herd Expansion!!!

Apparently, my herd is expanding soon... Details to come!

All about the Chicks

Really, Mother? Of all the days to come up here with the camera, you choose this one?

It is gross and muddy out. I am gross and muddy. And you document this on film?

I mean, I'm sure my readership is pleased to see proof of life and all that. All two of them. But I am filthy. And the location makes me look butt high and sway backed! I'm only 14! Not even yet fourteen.

And the after pictures...

I really don't see any difference. Do you??

Just let me out of here.

I never thought I'd say this, but I need a bath.

Why don't you just go off and fuss over the chickens. They're all you care about lately, anyway. I don't see how they're useful...

 

Hannah, the chicken.

 Bathsheba, the chicken. Ruth and Naomi are around here somewhere, too.

Bladed

Shedding season is once again upon us. Mother pulled me into the barn and attacked me with the shedding blade. I say attacked, because I've never really experienced the shedding blade before, and I am not entirely sure that I like it.

Mother has always been a little anti-shedding blade, because she believes it dulls the coat. She decided, however, that since I am grey I don't really shine anyway. So this year she determined to take the easy way out.

She raked the curved metal along my flesh, and I was displeased.

Mother, please be civilized and go get the curry comb.

Hair-Brained Scheme

As often, Mother has a hare-brained idea. She has contemplated before taking me to shows where I am only shown in hand.

Really, Mother? You want me to prance around at the end of a rope why? What good could come of that?

It's not like we need to show off to the world.

If they want to see me, they could just come to my blog.

Making the Turn

Mother was up and brushing me the other day. Even though the weather is still wintry, she noted I am starting to loose hair.

Half the fun for Mother of my greyness is that she never knows exactly what I will look like once I am done shedding. My mane, tail, and sort of my legs have been hanging on to their darkness, but the rest of me is varying stages of fleabitten and vaguely dappled.

It's good to keep her guessing... and apparently you, as well, as the last picture she's taken of me is from early October:

How am I supposed to be a super-model if my photographer never has a camera?

Random Assortment

Happy 2015!

In ways that I can't fathom, you humans say it is 2015. I just know it's the beginning of winter. I am looking forward to the snow, but looking forward to the grass of summer even more.

Mother is even MORE of an absentee owner during the winter, what with the shorter days and less than pleasant weather. But my Aunties are reliable with the food stuffs, and I have my Belle and donkeys, so if I have to wait a few days longer than I would like for the cookie lady to show up, ah, well.

Here's hoping for a Happy New Year!!