Now, when I look back on it, our kids really did have an idyllic childhood at the country church in the middle of Iowa. One of the parishoners loaned us the use of a pony that was pregnant by a donkey. She had her colt in our horse yard (while the kids were in school) and we named him Mephibosheth!
He is the "last of his line" because the offspring of a horse and a donkey is called a mule and it cannot procreate. "Meffy" was cute - and a great source of interest for the kids.
Oh yeah - they learned how to "scoop the poop" as well. We can't have that in the preacher's horse yard on Sunday, can we?
This is the pony - small enough to give the kids rides, and gentle, too. But I can't remember her name...
"Meffy" was just like most colts, playful and nosy. He loved to nip you when you weren't looking.Good memories.
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