We’ve been enduring days that end up clear, sunny, and 50 + degrees. Horrible, I know. How can we stand it? This morning was very chilly and damp, with heavy fog. (Then it turned clear, sunny, and 65 degrees.)
Winter is due to stop by this week for a meet and greet. A few showers. I hope it brings a hostess gift. Something for in front of the fire?
The foals have been moved to winter pasture: enough slant for drainage, but no hills that might get mucky and slippery.
Today photos are in quarters also: Murphy was so cuddly and insistently affectionate, we could not get him far enough from the camera to get a decent full body photo. This is a kind of body-parts photo shoot.
Daisy and I were much more about soaking up the affection than getting ‘good’ pictures. Below, Murphy looks up when he hears Daisy call him. I love that – if he can hear her – he comes when called.
Apparently in winter quarters, mobbing the humans is not a requirement. Only Marilyn and Murphy mob Daisy.
Marilyn has appointed herself “Queen Murphy” and feels entitled to be in charge of all things Murphy-related. (Her Divine Blondness is named after the iconic movie star.)
Murphy growth perspective: Daisy is 5′ 11″. Marilyn is a three-year-old.
Marilyn helped Murphy tremendously with the weaning adjustment.
It’s worth the few rounds of “flick the nose” we have to do to engage her memory that humans are higher than Queens in the food chain, and may not be run over or imperiously commanded to leave Murphy alone.
A sweet, happy, in-your-pocket quarter…
When it’s finally time to go, Murphy takes Daisy’s departure easily, and walks back toward the other babies. Marilyn stops to redirect his focus when he looks back. He’s on higher ground, but their heights are not all that far apart. I can’t help but wonder how much taller our 7 month old boy is going to get.
Daisy’s decided to move Barbie to the same facility. Barbie will be in the brood mare pasture. It will make Daisy’s life a lot easier to go to one place instead of two. The only foreseeable problem? Barbie is unlikely to come when called.
But this is why there are buckets and grain that rattles.
Happy New Year, everyone!