Ponies Continiued

While I was working, I was not able to go to the farm during the week, so I had only the weekend to visit and do all that was needed to be done. Also the children were in school all week as well. So the first weekend after the colt was born we all went to the farm. I believe I might have been the most excited one in the family, but I was very anxious to see the new arrival.

There she was with her mother, Queenie, all bright and alert, full of energy, brown and white, pretty female pony colt called Patches. She was the opposite of her mother, Queenie, who was standing there and not doing anything. Patches was moving all the time, walking, and turning and jumping. I was delighted to see her, but again, the children were standing back, somewhat afraid, not sure what to expect next.

Now I'm realizing that perhaps I'm the only one that seems to be enjoying all of this. Things are changing especially with the new colt arriving. Grandpa and now grandma have a lot of extra work to do with the two animals. Also my obligations
have increased in getting food for the two. For one pony I had to have one bale of clover hay and one bushel of oats available each day. Every weekend I would get 7 bales of hay and 1 bushel of oats from a local farmer. Now it had to be clover hay because the pony would not eat regular hay. Queenie would take regular hay out of the manager and throw it on the floor and walk on it. Now with 2 ponies I had to double the amount each weekend. I did not have a pick up, so I had a problem getting all that in my station wagon.

I decided to sell both ponies. The word went out to others in the family, and in my mother-in-law's relatives a grandfather bought both ponies for his grandchildren.