Following industrial action and a rowdy picket line led by union leader, Jack, the girls are back in with him and Dave is now lovelorn instead. This morning Pie was treated to a make-over - his eyes were washed, his mane and tail brushed and he had his hooves trimmed by David. Standing in the barn, waiting for the next thing to happen, he put me in mind of Suzanne Vega's 'Small Blue Thing'...
Later, his forelock tied up and wearing his armour and lotion against the sun, he went back out. Personally I would never intentionally breed a horse that was likely to be born with lots of pink skin and especially pink skin around the eyes. They are always uncomfortable in the sun - and I recall a leucistic zebra in Kenya that hardly ever had its eyes open. Apparently they are much more susceptible to cancer, although Pie is twenty-four years old and so far seems to have been spared.
