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.

Such a cutie

Sleeping on the job - and new spots!

Man, I have a wild, crazy baby on my hands.  He didn't want to go through the gate, which lead to this hilarious snapshot:

Yep, that's right: he tried to go to sleep.

And in the continuing saga of Justice's spots, we've lost the butt-cheek spots and now have this across our butt instead:

Still Captain Awkward, so sadly that's about all the body I'm willing to share on the internet.  I know he'll be fine in the end, but oh my god, he's all parts right now!

New halter

So you may notice that Cessa has had a few halters:

 

Our latest iteration is this charming blue number with the pair of knots on the nose:

Why so many halters?

Well, it seems that a certain bay mare has decided that pulling back when tied is fun.  The navy and baby blue halter was a cheap Horseloverz purchase, so it wasn't exactly a shock when she sat back in it for the second time and it snapped.

The purple rope halter... well, I still have it, but Miss Thing sat back in that one, too.  In case you didn't know, rope halters can stretch.  A lot.  It still fits, sort of.

Our new plan is a sturdier rope halter, with knots on the nose that might help deter her, and we'll see what happens.  If she doesn't give up next time, it may be time for a come to Jesus meeting...

Sometimes the outtakes are the best

My selfie game is... let's call it amateur hour.  And that might just be generous.  I have shown my collected selfies for a day to others and gotten the response, "You know when you're taking the picture, right?  So why is your mouth open?"

On the other hand, the outtakes are sometimes the best.

"No, Cessa, that's a phone - not a treat..."

Today was supposed to be farrier day, but unfortunately, the farrier was kicked in the back by a client earlier in the day.  He had good intentions to show up until we told him to go the hell home and rest!