They say curiosity is a sign of intelligence. If that’s true, Chroi must be a genius.
She’s always got to see what’s going on.
Here she’s taking advantage of a recently delivered pile of dirt, so she can see over the fence.
I think she’s just as curious as the rest of us as to what the heck the neighbors are doing to their house.
Doesn’t everyone have one of those in their neighborhood? The house that no one can explain, and never gets finished?
Climbing down is not quite so graceful for a pregnant lady. Oomph!
You never know what you’ll find behind the rakes and shovels…
Keira reminds me of that line in Forrest Gump:
“From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!”
She runs and trots everywhere.
Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t do more with my horses. Shows, parades, just getting out.
But it’s nice to get in the round pen. They love the attention. They might not always like what they’re asked to do, but they respond well. I think Chroi would look lovely pulling a cart. She has such a flowy, graceful trot. Keira’s trot is very springy, prancey-dancey.
My mom’s name is Nancy.
I can’t seem to get any good pictures of Keira trotting. As soon as she sees me she stops. It’s that singing frog thing again.
I don’t seem to have any problem getting shots of them eating, though.
Or of their butts.
Lots of butt shots.
Chroi and Keira have no problem with this angle.
A Gypsy Horse is supposed to have a nice, round rump. It’s something to be proud of.
Kind of like Kim Kardashian.
If she were a horse, she’d be a Gypsy. She even does the same pose. Sheesh.
To tell you the truth, I feel happy just watching my horses.
My pretty little horses.