Thursday, March 27, 2025
Time: 7:04 PM
Song: Counting Blue Cars (Tell Me Your Thoughts On God)
Artist: Dishwalla
Mode of Consumption: Listening to 94.7 FM radio station while looking out our utility room window.
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Last Sunday, Jodi brought a free miniature pony home named Rex. His body is about waist height on my 5-10 frame, his neck and head stick up a bit higher, maybe to my shoulder. His winter coat is brown, but Jodi tells me he’s a blue roan so he should turn a whiter-gray once he sheds.
The idea was to give our existing Quarter Horse, Sugar, some company since her lot mate C.J. passed away late last year.
We’ll Sugar wasn’t having it initially. The two would get nose-to-nose, and then Sugar would throw a fit that included a shrieks and snorts and some gyrating of her limbs.
So, we’ve kept them separated for much of the week, since Sugar is more than twice Rex’s size.
After eating tonight, Jodi and I stand in our utility room just inside our front door talking and watching the two horse in the pen. The animals mill about on opposite sides of a hot wire. Sugar has plowed through her nightly rations of hay, while Rex works on his on and off again.
Rex, for his part, seems smitten with the taller female, and that could be part of the problem. Sugar is used to being the alpha in the horse yard, and while I think Rex is agreeable to that scenario, he hasn’t displayed the fealty required when Sugar has whinnied and fussed. He’s ignored it, his big eyes remaining in awe of his new companion.
I suppose that’s the great experiment of this planet. The placing of individuals in close quarters and seeing what happens. It doesn’t seem to matter what species we are talking about. That’s the deal right.
How do we coexist?
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