The Jumper

So, what does Max do when he misses out on pasture time due to storms, and it's time for grain?  He decides to jump the mud puddle.

The mud puddle that is in the doorway to his stall.

Multiple times.

Seriously. I watched this pony jump that thing several times. Mostly going out of his stall while I was getting his grain. But he also jump into his stall a couple of times. They were nice little jumps (not hops) and he managed to stop before hitting the door on the opposite side.

Old photo.

He also threw in some little bucks while I was walking down to the barn.  He was not pleased with missing pasture time. Impatient pony is impatient.

He ceases to amuse me. And for that, he is worth his weight in gold.

Lazy Days

So really, nothing has been going on at Howling Owl Farm.  It's been almost two weeks since I rode the pony.  Really, there hasn't been much of an excuse, except for the crazy windy and cold weather we've had this week.

Last night I got home late and put the critters out in the pasture.  It was dark when I went to get them. I called out on my way down to the barn....silence.  Then I opened a stall door and heard thundering hooves. That boy can stop on a dime when he's motivated by food + electric fence. I was worried he was going to try to run through for a second.

"Hand over the grain or the fence gets it!"

Cinderella is not the easiest llama to catch so I brought out some grain, which Max promptly tried to steal. Because I'm too lazy to bring them in one at a time.

I also have some evil plans brewing in my head to torture pony boy with, but it will take energy to finish, which I seem to be lacking. 

I took the day off work and hope to ride the pony later this morning before the rain comes in on Saturday. There may be some exciting news next week, but at the same time, it may fall through too.  Who knows.