Mama P settles in

I'm trying out possible turnout groups for Mama P. She got along well with Bom Bom the other day, so that's one possibility. 

Saturday and Sunday she spent with the little girls. Tyche, Thyme and Tigerlilly. This was Tyche and Tiger's second meeting with Mama P. She spent 2 weeks here last spring. Thyme was still across the road and Mama P played surrogate mom to Tyche, who was much smaller then. They were heartwarming together.

This time, not so much. 

Psst, watch this!

Dum de dum de dum de...

Gotcha!

Cut it out brat. 

You used to be such a sweet little thing.

Mmmmmoommmmmmmm. 
She's calling me names!

Phhhhttt.

My mama loves me.

All day long.

A new toy

Back before Christmas, back before snow, back before frozen water buckets and constant stall cleaning, I bought myself a new camera. I was so impressed by the photos that folks were posting on their blogs, I thought, "I wanna do that!"   So, I read up on what people were saying about good digital cameras for beginners and bought a Canon (oops) Nikon 5100. (I thought about the Canon, but actually bought the Nikon.) Today, I took it out of the box.

I found myself with some free time (what's that?) after I turned all the ponies out this morning, so I dug out the camera and opened it up. Mountains of cords and plugs and batteries and lenses later, I glanced up to discover snow swirling around outside. "Eureka!" I dumped the instruction manual and raced outside. Well, race is a relative term right? I still had to put on 3 layers, top and bottom, my heavy muck boots, my gloves, etc.. Compared to the astronauts preparing for lift off, I was fast and I had my new camera in hand. I only had time for a few shots though, on auto focus, before commonsense kicked in and I realized how wet the snow was. I stopped then to bring the poor ponies in. In any case, here are the first few shots from my fancy camera! I'm super excited.

Meet Annie.

Relaxing

The warm weather has been lovely for everybody. I opened up all the barn doors to let in fresh air and light. This is what I found later when I walked into the barn. Tyche and her mom snoozing together in their stall.

Tyche is the fuzzy one in front. Though she looks ordinary-size here, it's just the angle. She is maayybe 36 inches in heels. Then again, she's not yet two. Her mom soars all the way to 11 or 12 hands. We're not sure how old mom is. Maybe four. Their origins are murky. They were on their way to Mexico with a broker, when I got roped brought them home. Mom is a project in herself, but that's a story for another day. BomBom, the little pinto, (who is eating dry hay again) came with them. A brother maybe? Possibly Tyche's dad. (Gelded now, in any case...)

Sweet ponies.