I decided to put together a series of pictures remembering my time with Brock:
First morning at the stables, his new home. Name of the previous occupant still on the door. Very curious about his new home - "Where are all the bossy mares who usually push me off my feed?" he thinks.
First month with me. Despite his new haircut for summer, a thorough grooming and shiny hooves he's looking distinctly like an ugly duckling with that grass belly gone, no topline and a few ribs showing. I'm sure most people were sniggering behind their hands at this point...
Amazing what a bit of work, good feed and a top up of rice bran and sunflower oil can do! Even in his winter coat he's looking more like a horse and less like a llama now. Of course, all this special care has given him a rather 'special' attitude and he thinks he's the best horse in the stable.
He's been spelling for 3 months now, while I've been barely well enough to take care of myself, let alone take care of and work a horse twice a day. So he's been packed off to agistment where Alana's excellent care has continued his transformation from herd weirdo to Prince of Darkness.
Heavy summer rains have turned the grass a lush green and Brock into an incredibly fat stud wannabe. Barely looks like the same horse he was a year before, and he is now worshipped by all the mares around, who wouldn't dare steal any of his food.
Even handsome princes have their bad paparazzi moments when in their winter woollies. Looking like a hairy old draft horse here! And despite being on a 'diet' pasture he's chunky (to put it politely).
But as summer arrives the silky nature of his coat is there to be appreciated. And he doesn't need to be tied up for grooming and saddling, that stuff is for lesser mortals who don't know how to behave in a dignified manner.
(Yes, he's about to sniff that poop.)