Turns out she has a friend who might have a better set-up for Estes and she wanted me to look at it. My friend had remembered that Estes is getting up there in age and thought she might appreciate some formal shelter.
The place is perfect and beautiful and only about five minutes from our place. For the first time since I've owned her, I'll be able to be with her every day. I'm a lot excited about that.
Mom got directions to Estes' current pasture and we headed out to pick up my baby.
After traipsing through the cow pasture, we spotted the horses. Estes saw us coming, she went on alert as soon as she heard us, but being Queen of Everything, she allowed us to cross the pasture to approach her. We had assumed she'd be out there with the big herd, but it was just Her Highness, Paint, and the Shetland-cross horse-type thing.
Paint was one of our livery string back way back when, so he's an old friend. And I mean OLD, he's 27 if he's a day and he's lost an eye, which is kind of creepy, but he's still a sweetie.
|Oh, I know you|
|See how fast she's trying to get away?|
|Ok, you may approach.|
|Does the Royal Purple still look good on me?|
We spent a few minutes loving on Paint, who looks really good for his age, other than that eye thing.
The Shetland-cross horse-type thing is supposed to be Paint's companion animal. I think that's another way of saying he/she/it is Paint's seeing eye dog.
|Ok, so he/she/it's kinda cute.|
It only took us about forty minutes to get to Her Highness' new place. She's got a house in her pen. Like, an actual two-room house, which is super cute. She's also got a stall that I doubt she'll use, but I did take the time to show it to her.
|That's for me?|
|I guess it might do.|
|Hop to it, Humans.|
She hollered after us as we left, but when I went back this evening to check on her, she was quiet and grazing. Mom and I had loaded up a couple of hay bags and I hung one on a post in the middle of the pen and one in the stall. When I went to check on her tonight, she hadn't touched either bag of hay. I took her a handful, which she ate, but then looked at me with disdain and went back to the new grass coming up.
She's got to put on some weight, so I'll be free-feeding as much hay as she'll take and start her on some Senior Feed this week. I'm hoping to get some weight on her in the next four weeks.