Blue And Remy

Both little horses seem as winter hardy as the cows, and perhaps even more so:

 They frequently stand outdoors in the worst weather, though they can go into the barn at will:

Blue seems to have become a bit friendlier, though maybe that's just because I don't give him any grain any more and he's hoping for some:

 Remy has always been outgoing, friendly and playful, though he's perhaps a bit less so as he ages. On this day he was wearing part of his breakfast:

 I always make it a point to find them twice each day, be sure they are OK and give them some affection:

 Remy loves the affection and seeks it out. Blue doesn't seem to care, though I think he enjoys it once I begin stroking his forehead:

 And sometimes they sleep in the barn. Their pet cottontail, sadly, has disappeared. Did it get eaten by a fox or maybe it was a female who left to make a nest and raise babies:

 Remy is a very handsome dude:

 And so is Blue:

As the snow began to melt, leaving huge sheets of ice, the two little horses went out into the pasture, exploring:

 And some days they ventured far, far out into the pasture:

 I checked on them one night and found Blue on his side, with his legs inside the bale feeder. Remy stood up to greet me, but Blue ignored me. I went back into the barn and finished the evening chores, then returned to see if he was up yet. He was not, though he showed no signs of distress. I pushed him and prodded, then pulled on his halter. He didn't budge, so finally I pulled his back legs out of the bale feeder and rolled him over (uphill, no less!). I was cautious, lest he kick me - but he didn't move at all until he was rolled over onto his other side. Then he stood up and yawned. He was fine all the time, but too lazy to stand up. I feel like that often myself, so my feelings weren't hurt. I simply needed to be sure he was OK before I retired for the evening: