Ranch Life...and Death

Our little crabby pony passed away quietly today. In her favorite dust hole in the farthest part of the pasture. As a matter of fact, almost exactly where she is standing in the picture above. She was old, tired, and sore. What a blessing the poor little thing got to spend her last year + here on our ranch with plenty of grass, clean water, and a herd.

Life and death are all normal, and the kids didn't cry. They are ranch kids, and they knew she was in pain and had the kind of death you wish we all could have.

She's the smaller, shaggy paint in the picture. Her name was Foxy.

Unfortunately she is still laying there, until we can get some equipment to move her tomorrow.

Two of my Nubian girls are in a clean stall with piled up fluffy, fresh shavings in the corner. It's the maternity ward. They are both due any minute. Death today, but tomorrow new life... such a good picture of what it's all about. Life is good. God is good.