Remy comes running whenever he sees me, making it difficult to get a photo of him sometime. Blue, on the other hand, is shy and retiring. He can be very sweet and loving, but sometimes he shies away:
And the two of them, who were born ten days apart and have never since been separated, love to run and play in the snow:
Remy bites Blue, the Blue bites Remy:
Then they chase each other back and forth across the snowy field:
A portrait of Blue, his eye showing the obvious reason he was named as he was:
And a portrait of Remy, showing the increased red coloring he's developed for the winter:
Like the cattle, the little horses prefer to hang out on the east side of the barn when the west winds are cold and harsh:
Blue, in a driving snowstorm:
And Remy, covered in snow. I am comforted by seeing snow accumulating on their backs as I know that means they are not losing body heat:
They love to forage in the waste hay for tasty tidbits:
"That's our story, folks. I've got to go and cause some mischief now:"
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