Today I wish to share with you one of the little things on our farm that manages to keep Corvette Man and myself vastly entertained. Now that our children have advanced to teenagedom and seclude themselves into their rooms to play the keyboard or the guitar or video games, they no longer provide that adorable amusement we so frequently observed when they were smaller.
Instead, we raise horses and watch their crazy antics. On the farm at the moment we have two two year olds. One is a colt and the other is a filly. For the past ten years of raising horses this is the first colt to foal on our farm. The personality of the male horse is wildly different from the mindset of a female (where have we heard this before?). This colt is strong and wild and strong. His play is so different from that of the filly. He loves to throw things with his mouth, flinging objects all over his pen, and out sometimes as well.
If a lone feed bin is left inside his pen, which happens every day, he will use the bin for his own enjoyment.
So… this is what I captured shortly before feeding time yesterday.
That bin weighs a few pounds and he tossed it around as if it were a rag.
He is gleaning such enjoyment from this play, you all. The pictures don’t do him justice really.
He needed a short break to catch his breath. Short break only.
He is a registered thoroughbred name Bailmeouttoo, if he ever makes it to Oaklawn, but around here he is known as BabyBoy. He has the power, as you can see. That large spot on his rear is NOT dirt. His mama was a Grey and that is a large spot of grey hair. He is covered in grey spots. Regrettably, his beautiful chocolate color is giving way to a flourish of grey hairs.
I love this piece of heaven.