Swamp Thing, aka Swampy, has turned out to be a high-end producer. It took some time, but she and Alys have bonded. Alys always makes sure to give her a scratch and tell her what a good goat she is after she’s done milking her.
Ranger remains strong and in good health, and he is looking forward to spring.
The chickens are happy with their living arrangement.
Us Mares are wondering why Alys has been paying us so little attention lately. She also seems very preoccupied. We are beginning to feel like lawn ornaments. Icelandics are meant to be ridden, not gazed at with deeply rooted affection.
Alys, when asked about this curious state of affairs, said that after the trails were snowed in, that she had to forego riding. She added that also, Pete failed to plow the agility arena early on, and because of this, it became impossible to make a work area for Alys. Now I am told we are going to have to wait until late April before Alys again does this work with us.
The dogs are getting more exercise than we are, and this isn’t saying much.
It’s a winter that we are all hoping soon comes to an end. The magpies and ravens continue to bring us news as to our other Icelandic horse friends are doing. It sounds like their winter has been much like ours.
Alys continues to talk about moving – she wants to reside in Northern New Mexico, a place that she fell in love with many years back, when she rode the Continental Bicycle Trail. The northern part, she says, is not as drought ridden and there are innumerable trails. All of us, including Tinni, would be up for such a move. We mares are tired of being ridden on the same old trails, day in and day out.
But just so long as the hay keeps coming, we will accept our lot for what it is.
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