Like the Emerald Isle without the Guinness and Jameson

The farm today feels and looks a bit like my imagined vision of Ireland: very wet and very green. Unfortunately it’s missing the fun-loving carousing and singing from the local pub. Perhaps there’s something that can be done to address that?

The yearling boys that were kicked out of the Main Barn late last week seem to have made their peace with the notion of living outdoors and made it through the 48 hour deluge that finally came to an end last night seemingly unscathed. After refusing to graze anything below the top 20′ feet or so of their paddock (staying close to the fence line and thus closest to the barn whose shelter they were craving), they have finally started to move down the hill some. Only Shockwave continues to cush right up against the upper fence line, looking longingly back uphill. Perhaps he’s overwhelmed by the notion of an entire acre of green grass?

Up at the Arena the due females seemed to have crossed their legs and gone on strike. The 2011 birth number stands at one. In the past there’s been nothing like a good low pressure system to shake a cria or two out though so while I think we’re all bit surprised not to have delivered any more newborns over the weekend (or early this morning), the next 48 hours could get interesting. I did notice as I drove down the hill earlier Dulcinea giving Star Saphire’s (as yet unnamed) little girl a curious sniff. Those maternal instincts run deep…stay tuned.