Tonto, the tiny Paso Fino gelding was through the Winter, a picture of abject misery. After the disappearance of his pasture mate, Tonto was inconsolable. Daily he frantically paced the fence line, ploughing a deep furrow on the boundary of his pasture. From dawn to dusk he walked in lonely anguish, watching from afar every move of the other horses but never pausing to eat or drink. With the sad demise of old T bone, Mr. Cooper the thoroughbred gelding also lost his long time companion and after much careful thought, deep consideration and extended discussion the decision was made to introduce desperately lonely and very anxious Tonto to Mr. Cooper the big "been there, done that" senior bay gelding. Nothing could have prepared us for the change in circumstance we witnessed as the two were turned out into the pasture this morning. Tonto the little Paso Fino, head tossing and mane flowing, headed resolutely for Mr. Coopers favourite mud hole and slowly and deliberately took a very leisurely roll, legs and belly in the air, head grinding in the dirt, little Tonto made the big bay gelding wait. Clearly, either size isn't everything or Tonto is a pony looking for trouble. Time will tell !
Well, I guess, there is a fence to fix tomorrow but tonight all heads were contentedly looking over stall doors, the cats were curled up in the hay, Bella the Jersey heifer and her companion, Sirloin the red steer were sleeping in the cow stall and the flock of sheep were loudly complaining about what ever it is they complain about. In the rafters, the barn swallows are busily constructing their nests and on the pond Mr. and Mrs. Goose were happy to welcome the arrival of five active little goslings. All is well on the ranch. Life is good to us. Take care, keep safe, M