Schooner and Pumpkin Bask After Breakfast

Schooner and Pumpkin were enjoying an after-breakfast sunning by the second-floor slider this morning when I decided to do some soul-capturing. Below, my picks of the litter.

We'll start with Schooner, who had the best spot, snug in the sunshine next to the hot air floor vent.



Of course, when he spotted me he had to start clowning for the camera.



When this didn't produce the desired belly rub, he ratcheted up the cuteness.



Meanwhile, Pumpkin humbly waited for his turn to be noticed.



Pumpkin's massively affectionate and pathetically grateful for attention but, other than chirping hopefully whenever he sees me, doesn't push things the way Schooner does.



So he was content to hold his pose while I zoomed in closer.



And closer.



While Schooner, bereft of attention for the moment, pondered the cruelties of his hardhearted human.



Then they got up and swarmed me, ending the photo session.

Report from the Recovery Ward

And the news is good, for both Ben and Commander.

Commander’s been getting four to six hours of turnout each day, including access to the large paddock in back of the run-in for most if not all of the time, and he’s been thriving on it. He thinks he’s grazing as he works at the tiny dead nubbins of what once was grass. His spirits are better and he’s moving well, for him. Over the last couple of days, however, he’s had access to that paddock for only half an hour, then been confined to the run-in’s small dry lot. Why?

Because Ben is out! He healed well and quickly from his suspensory re-injury, and yesterday noon got his first taste of freedom since late December. He stayed on the ground as I walked him down from the barn and turned him loose, got the boinking and bucking and neck-snaking silliness out of him without rupturing any tender tissue, and came back in some three hours later looking fine. At bedcheck, still fine. At midday today, still fine.

So Ben got taken out again today, this time with a bit of Ace aboard (long story short: yesterday’s supposed oral dose was mere air), he settled in without the airs slightly above the ground of yesterday, and I let both boys stay out till 6:30, whereupon they came back in looking none the worse for their extended turnout.

If they boys continue to do well, I’ll keep them on the noon to evening schedule, perhaps enlarging its start to midmorning. I’d like to get both of them full-time free to the larger paddock, but that must await (a) Ben being ho-hum with turnout rather than thrilled into energetic enthusiasm, and (b) the top-thawed ground refreezing so that they don’t tear the turf up and slide into disaster on the slimy ground below.

Amusing to me: In Ben’s absence Commander has crowned himself king of the run-in, bay boys side. Especially yesterday, whenever Ben approached the fence between my guys and the white guys, where Counterpoint was eagerly observing Ben’s return, Commander would pin his ears and body-block Ben’s access. The Mighty Morgan even uglied the poor Benster off the water tub. He also made it plain that the marginally larger run-in stall is now HIS and no TB need apply. So far Ben hasn’t tried to regain his throne.

The best of friends

That's what Peanut and Squash are. Best buddies, boon companions, BFF, devoted to each other, whatever you call it, that be them. They hang out together in the living room all the time, waking and (most of the time) sleeping.

This evening I photographed them in typical PeanutandSquash mode:



The hugging amid the tangle is typical.



Now and then one or the other will get up and maneuver into a different position, or simply roll enough to rearrange the sprawl.



That's Peanut on the left, and yes, he is just as dorky as he looks.



Doesn't it make you feel all warm and snug just to look at them? Works that way for me!