My little pony...not.

I do not own a pony, yet when I drove up to my "private" pasture yesterday, lo and behold. It's a miracle. Either Susie, or Baxter has given birth to a fully grown pony! Wow! There she stood by my water tank. Neither of my horses were in sight, just this little appy pony.

Ok, here comes trouble on 8 legs. Baxter and Susie had been in the barn and Susie heard my truck, so here they come. Baxter sees the pony and trots on... he wants to play with her. Susie on the other hand has a strong desire to corner and kill the poor little thing. This pony actually sort of lives outside my pasture. She is badly foundered, and majorly crippled. She can barely walk on a good day, and now Susie is running at her, trying to pen her in the corner so she can kick the snot out of the poor girl. The pony, whose name is actually Angelica, was frantically looking for a way out. She tried the hot tape and got shocked so she just stood there and shook. I yelled at Susie and she walked off to mean mug from a distance and pout. Baxter left with her.

I tried to coax the pony to come out the gate. No way Jose'. She was terrified that Susie would get her. No way was she moving out of that corner. I had to go shut off the hot tape and find a lead rope. Once I caught her, she was happy to follow me out of the gate into the area where my feed room is. I had to climb back through the fence to get my keys and unlock the outer gate to let her out. She was happy to exit the premises.

I have no idea how she got in my pasture. The fence (such as it is) was all in place, and the hot tape was on. I am just thankful that Susie didn't maim her, and Baxter didn't play her to death. She is a sad little thing. Whoever owns her doesn't seem to care that she runs loose. Of course she is so crippled that running is a figure of speech, and she stays close to my pasture because I throw her a handful of alfalfa when I feed. I wish I could afford to have her feet done, but I can't save them all.... Poor girl.