It's been raining for the past two days. This morning we woke up to a winter wonderland, complete with snow, icicles, and about a gabillion tons of mud. Everywhere. But if you don't let the mud bog you down, it's kinda purdy.

Now that we have four standing stalls and two box stalls, feeding has become a lot easier -- no more tying up the whole herd! Indy and Dolly go in the box stalls to eat unmolested. Junior, Semi, Kita, and Sadie go in the standing stalls. The Brat Pack get tied up with their own buckets in the left section of the barn where they can't beat up on anyone else. Eventually, we'll have four more standing stalls over there. It's just a matter of finding the time since there's already a nice stack of wood in the barn just waiting to be used. Meghan, Jewel, Radar, Hunter, Mandy, and Willow are the easiest keepers and also the lowest on the herd totem pole. They all get the same amount of feed and eat it in just about the same amount of time, so I just spread their buckets out and let them have at it.
Once everyone is done eating their grain, they follow me down to the small barn for their morning hay. The big herd gets five square bales twice a day and I like to spread it out over a huge area and have at least 10 more piles than I have horses. This way there is plenty of small piles of hay and no one gets beat up over it.
Mandy heads back home as soon as we can free the trailer from it's mire of mud. The fence at Hunter's new home will hopefully be finished soon so that he can move on as well. But I'm going to miss the little guy! This will bring us back down to 13 horses in the big herd plus the three bachelors in the back. Woohoo!

Since Manny left Radar has buddied right up with Indy and now the two are inseparable. It's nice to finally see Indy have a friend.

Dear old Dolly. It's really not too cold out today, the troughs aren't even iced over, but I keep blankets on Indy and Dolly if it's below 45. Dolly has also developed cataracts. Doc says it could take anywhere from six months to two years for her to go totally blind. She is also acting like she's losing her hearing. Every morning I have to go searching for her because she's waaaaay in the back pasture by herself instead of with the rest of the herd hanging out close to the barn. I can call and call and call, but she typically doesn't pick up her head and react to my presence until I'm within 50 feet or so. Then she gives me a nicker and follows me back to the barn for breakfast. Poor old girl. She's really put some hooks into my heart recently and it's going to be tough to say goodbye when the time comes.

I sometimes have to remind myself that Junior is also getting up there in age. He'll be 23 or 24 in March, I can't remember exactly. I'll have to dig out his registration papers one of these days and take a look.

I do know that Semi is one year older than Junior, but she's in much better physical shape. The queen of the herd may outlast us all just for spite.

The token Maverick picture. What horse post of mine would complete without Maverick? I think he's going through a bit of a growth spurt, what do you think? Grow, Mavvy, GROW!!