Little Horses Who Think They're Wild Stallions

Blue and Remy both spent too much time in the barn during the wintry weather, so I locked them outdoors every nice day we had. They seemed happy either way:

  They have widely different personalities. Blue is shy and cautious - except where food is involved. When there is food, this meek little guy suddenly becomes warlike. He's the reason I separate them at breakfast time:

Remy is alert, intelligent, sociable and playful. He's the reason I say they think they're wild stallions:

Who, me a wild stallion?

Remy runs to greet me when I enter the pasture and no person or animal sneaks onto the property that he doesn't spot immediately and keep an eye on:

Blue is happy being comfortable:

They were born only ten days apart and have never been separated. Their third birthdays are in May (though I've forgotten the exact dates):

Blue sometimes plays wildly and sometimes acts as if his feet hurt or he is having trouble seeing. I've been watching him to be sure there is no medical problem and so far haven't seen one. Perhaps it's just his cautious personality:

Remy regards me as his human playmate. He's sometimes happy to be hugged and kissed, but other times he wants to play like the wild stallion he thinks he is. He'd love it if I'd chase him while he tried to kick me (as happens with Blue sometimes). Toward that end, he tries to steal any tool I'm using or my hat:

But both boys are happy with our slowly improving weather:

Remy would love a job to do, something to keep him involved with people and work off his excess energy. But he's also happy to be a pampered pet. Even wild stallions like to be loved and to live in comfort:

Around The Farm In April

High winds in April caused a lot of Eastern Cedar sprigs to fall onto the weathered wood of my porch, causing small bits of extraordinary beauty:


 The Easter Egger bantam hens, being the youngest, were first to begin laying eggs this spring:

 The Barred Rock bantams, being rather old as egg layers go, were late to begin laying:

All the little hens get along well together. It's a shame they can't go outdoors anymore, but the foxes here would massacre them in short order if I continued letting them outdoors:

 They are laying pink and green eggs, which I am hard boiling and feeding to the dogs (well, I do eat a few of them):


 The fantail pigeons have been nesting but not tending to their eggs. I believe they'll buckle down to the job of parenting when the weather warms up - not that I need any more pigeons:

 They are tame and attractive, but they still poop like pigeons:

 Winter stayed on so very long this year that even the pigeons have not been able to fly outdoors yet:

 When the snow melted, the pasture turned into a shallow lake:

 I'm not sure what this was all about, but Remy, Gracie and Amy were all standing side by side near the barn one morning:

 When my sister came to visit, she quickly went out to visit her friend, Remy. He'd spotted and recognized her as soon as she pulled in the driveway:

 Blue thought Rocket had a stinky butt: