The trials of life as a matriarch

Hello everyone.  I just thought you might like to know that I am as beautiful as ever.  :-)

 

Regular mud packs help of course - which is just as well because my human slave is as useless as ever.  Fortunately we have a truly lovely lady who makes up for the inadequacies of my personal human and who is marvellous and makes sure my needs are catered for.

 

I still think we ought to have hot dinners though.............  and flowers - although if my spies are right, there seems to be much flower planting going on so one can live in hope.

 



I think this is my best side? 
With the little man - such hard work bringing him up.

Always watching out for my herd
- oh the responsibility, I can't tell you!

Me and my main man

Movember

Not one to be left out Grace decided to show off hers, plus a few other photos, just because she can.

Grace on track, herd mate off track for extra grub

Yes I have a beautiful head
NB hollows above eyes

Look at my nose, it's brilliant for snuffling
humans with, they are butter in my hooves
after a nose wuffle

Humph - Humans!

 

This is a proper ladylike 'mo'
Note the little bit of 'lipstick' normally
I prefer a shade of silver, but for autumn
we've gone for a bit of buff

 

So what happened next?

Somebody asked me the other day, in relation to Grace and this blog 'Well what happened next?'

I do apologise for not keeping up to date, but life as they say has gotten in the way a little.

Anyway this is what happened next



Grace took a little trip and moved onto a track with a small herd of four other horses for her to supervise.  3 geldings and another mare.

And so far she is pretty much living very happily ever after.

Pucker up.......

Which is more scary?

Horse eating chair



Rare, white, flying tigers...































Generally speaking, Grace is obsessed with water fowl, and ducks in particular.  However I hadn't realised that she reserved her affections for the wild versions.  Apparently domestic geese are not to be trusted, they don't head bob properly and they sound different. Note the tarpaulin has never been a problem...

But the rare white flying tigers are not as scary as the tree trunk which has been made into a chair.  Obviously it it big enough to hide something horse eating behind it.

As these life threatening items were either side of the track we were on I will leave you to imagine the bouncing, snorting and general bog eyedness we enjoyed last night. 

We survived, Grace learnt something, I learnt something.  All is well.

Look into my eyes - deep into my eyes...
repeat after me - Grace is beautiful, Grace
needs food, feed Grace now......

Chillin'

I am not asleep, I'm resting my eyes!

The human has been tolerable recently, so I let her sit down with me and have a cuddle while I considered which bit of me is the most beautiful.