Nothing too exciting

As happens with babies, nothing too exciting this week.  Just all the hair:

Road again - and height

Proof we went on the pavement!  Once again, he was super-brave... well, until we got back to the driveway and he had to walk through a puddle.  Puddles apparently eat baby ponies.  Who knew?

I also got a sort of height comparison on the little guy, as requested by my SO:

Yes, we're hiding half the baby.  Frankenbaby effect is still going very, very strong.

I still have no idea how tall he's going to be.  Momma is right around 16 hands, and he's her first foal.  Daddy is a true 17 hands.  I'm assuming he'll be somewhere between the two?  Probably?

Down the road

So this happened:

Intentionally!

Justice has been living in the weaning pasture - aka the BO's best friend's house - and pretty much we've got a pasture and the driveway to play in.  Today, we grabbed Justice and one of the other babies and wandered down the road a bit, introducing the kids to things like pavement and the horses across the street.

But first he had to investigate the mobile tack trunk:

 We finally found a treat he likes that isn't alfalfa cubes!  Stud Muffins FTW.

The most hilarious moment was when the other baby - a year older and the baby herd leader - flipped out, first at the sight of a roadside cross with a couple of ribbons flapping in the breeze and then at the fact that the rest of the herd was over a hundred feet away omg.

Justice?  Did not care one bit.  Flappy ribbons: Mom, can I eat that?  Down the road a bit farther away from his herd leader: Sure, we can do that.

As much as I enjoy a bit of a challenge, the easy ones are so nice.

The saga of Justice's color continues.  Now his formerly all-black tail has a big silver streak in the middle of it, and the tiny dots have gone from top-butt-only to across his entire hindquarters.