It was almost all gone and then, boom. Right back to winter.
And this happened.
|Way too close to the eye.|
Poor Savvy. She is not happy about it. She was off to herself this morning when I came out to feed. The scrape looks a bit worse than just hair taken off, but not an open wound, thank goodness. A bit swollen, but did not feel like broken bones underneath. I hope this teaches her to stay clear of pony once and for all. Otherwise Meyla is going to have to go back to the small coral by herself again. Ugh, why can't they all just get along?