Little Horses, Getting Wider

That's wider, not wilder. Perhaps I shouldn't joke about the little horses' growing potbellies since I am responsible for their health, but there seems little I can do about it - so humor seems the best response. They have grown ever wider on nothing but wild pasture, so now I'm reintroducing a tiny bit of daily grain to see if it has any effect, good or bad. If they were working ponies, they'd burn off those calories, but their only job is to be cute and friendly:

Remy seems less tubby than Blue, though it may simply be that his legs are longer:

And Remy does move more:

Blue is beginning to look like a miniature workhorse:

The cows are fat also, so it was a blessing that there were so few apples and pears this year. At the end, I did give them all a bit of fruit, but there wasn't much of it:

Remy, with his belly showing:

Blue, too lazy to stand up:

I was out in the field when Remy heard a neighbor's dog barking somewhere down the road and went into full alert. He reacts the same way when an Amish horse trots by, though he used to run alongside the fence to stay with the Amish buggy:


Most of each day is spent lazily munching grass, sleeping and living the good life:

I put the horses in the barn while I moved the cows back across the road. When I let the horses back out, they ran to the gate, upset that their bovine family was now across the gravel road and they couldn't join them:


Remy seemed to be the most upset, and stared through the gate as if he wanted to find a way to outsmart me:

Blue just stood beside the old silo base and looked forlorn. After a few minutes, however, they resumed their normal activities and seemed to be just fine: