There's nothing like a few days of rain to turn one's herd into an almost unrecognizable, muddy mess.
The worst of the herd was Ollie - who had turned himself from white to muddy grey.
The dirt was so caked in his fur that it felt like plaster of Paris.
I can honestly say, none of my horses has ever been this dirty. Nothing short of a bath will return him to something even remotely resembling his former self. I curried and brushed and shedded his furry little body.... and still he looked like a wretched orphan!
As I knelt down brushing him, I found myself surrounded by the herd.
Red and Donnie stayed close to Ollie... hoping they were next in line.
Moonie busied himself by picking through my hair with his lips. It's always this way. Every activity must be a group activity - mutual grooming is common with these guys.
I worked and worked on Ollie and made a little bit of headway.
I needed a little immediate gratification, though, so I switched to brushing the ponies.
Then back to Ollie, once again.
It's going to take many days of brushing to get all of their winter fur shedded out. I'm pretty sure I returned home with half of that shedded fur sticking to my clothes!