Puddles and flowers and silver

I didn't go hang out with Cessa today because she was at the back of the freaking pasture and yesterday was crappy as hell, so my level of energy was low.

However, I did go see the little guy!  We stood in a puddle:

We were not impressed by the puddle. Try to walk around, sniff, step over.  He almost hopped once?  Then we stood in it.

We cataloged new white fur:

Funny jaw spot. It vanishes when he picks up his head, and it's not missing fur - it's actually white!

We joked with his breeder that she's not allowed to braid his tail anymore:

On the left: last week.  On the right: this week.  These photos don't do the change justice!

We explored the front pasture:

Hi, Justice!

With one of his year-mates - I swear I wasn't trying to hide him!

And wore flowers in our hair:

I can haz flower?

And most importantly, he reminded me very much of why he was a smart horse to buy.  Baby's got a good, calm mind.  Everybody else running around?  Meh, I guess I can trot.  Human flapping at him to get him to move away from something?  That means you're going to scratch my butt, right?  Walk down the driveway with just a human for company?  Sure, okay, can I eat more grass?