The antics of the horses always entertain. This is a perfect example. Kismit, the mare on the right side of the photos (a coming 4yo), is picking on a yearling colt who, for the time being we’ll call Peanut (only because his older brother is called Nutter Butter- yes, like the cookie!).
Kismet was orphaned at 7 weeks old, when her mother, who was pushed into the river (the Missouri) by a hail storm, failed to make the over half-mile long swim to the pasture on the other side of Parker Creek Bay. We lost 3 broodmares and 5 colts that storm; Gump and Dino’s mother and month-old sister among them. Kismet wasn’t found right away, and we assumed her dead; that is until a neighbor called us and told us there was a colt in with his cows. The herd stallion, Silver Bueno Tom, a mare and her foal did survive the swim, and ended up in the pasture right next to where Kismet was found. There were several surviving broodmares and foals, but it was tragic to say the least.
Now she’s a healthy, trouble-maker!
Because he holds his ears sideways more than not, Peanut always looks a bit like Eyore. Maybe that’s what we should name him?
She was really trying to start something!
Maybe if I ignore her?
This isn’t working out so good.