Yesterday was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, indeed. Katya was snoozing under the oak tree:
Previously, as most horses do, she would get up if I approached. She not only didn't get up, she cracked one eye as if to say "Don't EVEN" and went back to sleep:
Her milkbar appears to be filling a bit, just a smidge:
And I have to admit, I'm totally enamored of her. What's not to love, right? She's got SPOTS, she's got a baby, she definitely has an attitude at times, her eyes have the patience of Job in them . . .
Now that I'm more comfortable with the signs of eminent departure of her on-board visitor, I'm willing to bet she's still got some time left to cook. Oops, mixing metaphors!
Today, I'm moving my TB mare back to her old barn. It's closer to my home, and I can ride her daily if I want, now that I'm out of dr's care. Yay