On the drive over I spotted some llamas in a vineyard!
I'd seen them way up on the hillside on the other side of a fence before, and decided that they must be llamas and not cows. Looks like I was right. Not sure if they were supposed to be in that vineyard or not, but people can get a little edgy about other people showing up at their door without an invitation here, and the llamas were just eating the grass, so I figured they were fine.
They fed the pasture horses 15 minutes early. Well shoot. Here we have some pasture politics in action:
Solly is the one running away but kicking. I JUST missed the buck, darn it.
Once in, we had an exciting adventure! Actually no we didn't. Solomon got fed in his paddock, I brushed him, and he ate his food. After a long long while (he is such a slow eater) there was a whinny that Solomon immediately raised his head at. I moseyed over to the cross ties and yep, it was Venus! I chatted with Venus' momma for a while, and then she took her in for the night, passing Solly on the way:
Awwwh! <3
Of course it'd be sweeter if there hadn't been nipping a moment later, but oh well.
When I took Solly out of his paddock, he swung the gate open with his nose. He loves messing with things with his head and mouth. When we exited the paddock, I turned him around and asked "hey Solly, want to close the gate?" Being my horse, he closed it, hah!
It was so cold that I wrapped one of his blankets around me while he ate. It smelled sweet.
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