Cats rule.And weanlings are cool.

Once again, the cat wins. Thumper is the King of the Castle.

No way you are knocking me off the rail, horse!

I give you the rear view!

and with a mighty leap.....

Thumper reaches his rightful place as king of the barnyard!

I took advantage of the sunny afternoon to bring Rosalee and the foals out of the pen and knock the mud off them. I has been wet here lately so I like to check them for rain scald and just overall well being. 

Instead of feeding the kidz their ration in the pen, which requires either tying Rosalee up, or taking mama Belle out of her pen and feeding them in there, I decided to change up the program and bring them in the barn to eat. I want to get to the point where I can put them in the tie stalls and feed them but they aren't quite ready for that. Plus I still have to clear out the barn isle, need to make a place to hang rakes and shovels and pitchforks. They did good, not much hesitation coming in- the trailer loading lessons paid off.

Mesa was a champ; marched in and got right down to business without much looking around.

Pistol was a little more cautious, but he came in readily enough.

He was a little more looky inside but he did well too. Even with mama Belle hollering at him!

Both weanlings have really thick fur. Pistol never did shed his baby coat except on his legs. They should be nice and warm this winter.