Rocky’s world is large, by the standards of a pony, perhaps eight to ten acres of his own. The old barn collapsed last winter, and Rocky hugs it for shade. He eats his hay by the standing barn. Ahead is a long straight pasture leading to the trees where he likes to brush himself. To the left is a fresh water stream that runs all year, where he can always get water.  It is always amazing to see him maneuver his way around, using his smell and perhaps the feel of the well-trodden paths under his hooves. In mid-day he is usually found standing in the shade of the barns. In the mornings and afternoons, he is grazing.

He is very much at home in his world. When Maria or I appear now, he whinnies and comes trotting over. He likes to be talked to and brushed a bit, then heads off to walk in his world.