Mikey

Mikey was born late. He arrived in late October. He is sort of a chestnut/sorrel color and has a white bum and a star and snip. He is a cross between an Appaloosa and a Pony of the Americas. I knew he was special the moment he his the ground. He just oozed attitude and he has never lost it.
Because he was born late in the fall, he and his mom (Sadie) were kept in the barn over winter. They were accompanied by another late comer, a cute little palamino filly, with white spots on her bum, (same breeding as Mikey). Her name is Mia and her and her mom (Cookie) also spent the winter in the barn. Mia is a little lady, she never does anything wrong and NEVER gets in trouble. Mikey, however, is a whole nother story.

We started out the winter by having to move all the halter, shanks and horsey stuff that was hanging on the wall to another spot. Mikey helped, he took everything down for us. Next came the baling twines that were attached to the corral panels as we undid the bales. Mikey helped with those as well. He took them all down and mixed them up like a dogs breakfast. Next came anything that was tied. No knot became to hard to undo, granted, sometimes it took a little time, but eventually they were undone as well. He was very, very busy all winter. He bit the goats, chased the chickens and terrorized the cats. The dogs hated him.
When he and his mom were turned out for exercise, he bucked and kicked at everyone and everything. Mia however, remained a little lady.
Finally nicer weather came and Mikey and Mia and their moms were turned into a paddock with their hay and nice shelter. Boy, Mikey and Mia sure had fun racing around and playing.
There was all kinds of stuff to do, he found some plastic pipe to throw in the air and a pail to throw in the air, or just carry around. What he did find and I have no idea where he found it, was an old round heater for the water trough that had the element and the plug in taken out. It just was the plastic part, just right to put his foot in and put it in he did. I was at my wits end as to how I was going to get it off. I had visions of having to get the vet out to sedate him to remove it and of course wondered how much that would cost. It wasn't on tight, it could move quite freely, so I thought maybe I could get one of the neighbours to come and help me remove it before I had to call the vet. Funny, but none of them seemed to want to get their heads kicked off. So I went to bed, prepared to call the vet in the morning. Thank goodness though, cause in the morning it was off. Whew, what a relief.
I don't know what is in store for Mikey this summer, but I have a feeling it won't be dull around here. My guess is that we may have a few cuts that just may need stitching or a head that needs to get pulled out of somewhere, but I know it will be an adventure for Mia, who will always be a little lady, Mikey, who I know will still be really busy, and me, who will love and enjoy them both.