Iggy is now three years old and reminds me of all little boys at that age, he wanders. He used to bolt outside, now he says hi to each sheep he passes, checks out any little bit of hay dropped on the floor as he makes his way outside, slowly.... When it's time to come in at night it is just the same, touching noses with each sheep as he makes his way towards his stall. Iggy always whinnies to all upon entering the barn, announcing his return, glancing over the entire barn to make sure everyone is inside before entering his stall. If not he will turn and go back outside trying to figure where the missing barn mates are. He is just so three!
With the age of three, his loving nature is shinning. Each morning when I place a fresh bucket of water in his stall he
stops eating, turns his head towards me, tucks it in close for me to give a hug and tell him he is loved. Once outside he goes straight to his food, Iggy wants to eat all the time because he is growing. Keeping weight on him going into winter will be a race to see if I can keep the right combination of hay and grain to support him through this growth. I wonder why he did not go through his growth spurt this spring?
His coloring has not changed he is a true few spot appaloosa, all white with just a spot or two, but the skin on his nose has changed, it is pink with freckles all over. He has lost some of his eyeliner around his eyes but they are still just as expressive and he's kept his tarnish (the brown shading around the eyes and jaw).
He has the classic few spot touch of brown around each hoof, and did you notice his white tipped ears, they are adorable. It is these endearing traits that one notices and remembers while he wanders and you wonder how the time has flown by.
At Three he is bigger and can now look other horses in the eye as he wanders.
Oh Iggy it's time to come inside, please..rain is coming....
* Last time in Barn Stories: New Shears