Frisky has always kept Maggie and Marbles close at hand. When Kenzie joined the herd, she was readily accepted into Frisky’s little herd of youngsters. Gentry hangs with them on occasion, as does Jewel, but mostly they just stick to themselves.
Now there seems to be a new leader of the midgets emerging. Maggie has taken on the roll of adventurer and is always the first to check out something new. Like my camera.
“What the heck is that hanging around mom’s neck??”
"I dunno. You think it’s food?”
“Nah, it ain’t food. Let’s go find some shade to stand under.”
Maggie was one of the mares that got the abortion shot the yesterday when Doc was here. Marbles has been losing his worm belly, but Maggie’s gut has just been getting bigger and her back muscles have started to sag. Before she came here, she was turned out in the same pasture with dear old dad and she’s old enough to become pregnant. She was a lot better about getting shots than either Marbles or Kenzie, but still wasn’t all that happy about being stuck with a needle. Maybe if Doc brings lollipops next time they’ll be better behaved.
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