Mustang Saga

As you can see in this picture of her brand, Grace still has some winter coat to shed out. I had thought she looked pretty well shed out from a distance, but now I can't wait to brush her. And scratch her itchy spots.John gave me permission to play with her since he had to be gone for a couple days. So I did. But I promised not to touch her.

She gave me a vigorous lip wiggle a few times though.

I lied about her being the sweetest horse ever. She does have a bit of an attitude. Not much, but it's there. Which means she's getting braver, which is good. She's wondering if she really needs to put up with us annoying two-leggeds. Maybe she'd rather toss her head and shoulder into our space and eat her hay. (That didn't work well for her.) I think it's time to start doing things on the human's terms, but that will be up to John. If it were my horse I'd be getting out a pole to lay on her and touch her with, let her have a tizzy fit and then show her it feels good to be rubbed.

We had some gross weather yesterday.

Here's the view out my bedroom window:

And the kitchen window:

Bella and Cisco were instant appaloosas! Just add snow!

The chicks are growing like crazy, and that red one is always watching...

We've been sick, Liam and I. He has a high fever, sore throat and cough. Judging by the look of his throat it's that virus I got a couple months ago that keeps coming back. I have some kind of stomach bug. It's not too bad, really, but it was pretty uncomfortable yesterday afternoon.