Happy Mudders Day

I stole that title from Lisa over at Laughing Orca.
It was too fitting not to use it.

Rain and more rain!
My round pen drains really well,
but this is standing water.

This grass is knee high.
The shorter, finer grass (lower left) is the annual rye.
The tall stuff is common Bermuda and Johnson grass.

Rotten little ratweasel dog (Cindi).

This is part of our sacrifice area.
I'm standing on the slab just outside my laundry room door.
This is where the Boyz like to hang out.
The grain locker sits on the slab.
Although I slept through it,
the wind blew so hard Friday night,
it moved the grain locker about a foot!
Granted, there's not much in it right now, but still!

It was a gray day when I left for the barn yesterday.
No sooner had I arrived, when the sky opened up yet again.
That's why the background outside the stalls is blurry.
That's the arena back there, or should I say,
the temporary swimming pool.
It rained so hard, I thought it was hail on the roof.
I had to wait for the thunder to stop to pick feet.

The barn is old, with dirt floors. There is usually straw, but all
area suppliers are unable to get it due to wildfires.
They use hay for some of the horses,
but my two fatties don't need anything else to eat!
Poco is at a pretty good weight right now.
You can feel ribs, but not see them. He's still a tank.
Jaz still needs to lose some.

This is Spot (Rohrschachs Spots), Heather's fewspot Appy stallion,
sire to all the beautiful youngsters whose photos
I've shared, including Noxie and Crash, Rico, Scorch and Tori.
He passes his white-tipped ears, beautiful hip,
and sweet disposition to all his kids.
All his foals are super social from the day they're born.

Mike has had to mow certain areas of the property, but he
had wanted me to bring the Boyz back if only for long enough
to "mow" the rest of it, rather than waste good grazing.
Poco and Jaz are still on their slimming regimen, and I am
seriously considering buying some grazing muzzles to
help keep them from putting it all back on when they return.
Heather has a couple who could stand some more weight,
so we may host a few of hers for a short while.
We don't want to leave them on the land for too
long with the rye still being so delicate, but this
is a win-win. I think we're going to have three-year olds
Amber and Oops, and maybe one of the yearlings.
I'm excited!