I guess the pony wasn't meant to be. I was out in what's basically the front yard Sunday and I took this http://aaronbee.deviantart.com/art/Spring-Colt-119975124 picture of the little colt born 3 weeks ago. Monday morning the same field pictured was a macabre scene of carnage. Some species of large predatory cat (mountain lion, cougar, something) got the colt.
I'm usually not an overly sentimental person, but it was kind of hard to witness. Yesterday it was this bouncing little colt, the next day an eviscerated carcass. Fucking tore it to pieces. I got stuck taking care of the mess. I had to get the tractor, scoop up what was left, dig a hol