Kate came in from doing a little mane detangling on Bonnie earlier today.
It's been snowing and getting deeper and when Kate decided to play more with Bonnie after tiring trying to get the tied together "dreds," in Bonnie's mane apart, she took Bonnie for a stroll. No line or halter, just offered Bonnie a chance to follow, "let's go for a walk, Bonnie," and of course she did.
The paddock is a hazard zone with little pits here and there where big stumps were pulled out, the stumps themselves scattered about like clutching clawing monsters waiting to grap passersby, but really only waiting for spring and a heavy excavator of my neighbor's can get in and complete the clean up and clearing.
Bonnie gamely and with considerable trust followed Kate about. They came across a mound right in a pathway and Bonnie was anxious about it. In her mind it was possibly a Snow Lion or Ice Bear just waiting for a tasty morsel of a young filly to come along for lunch - and was going to jump up from under the snow and get her.
Kate kicked it about, and uncovered a tarp (I put them out to cover brush piles to keep them dry enough for burning next spring) that she and Bonnie explored together. As long as Kate wasn't afraid of it Bonnie tried hard to allow it to be close. Even when it was rattled by Kate, Bonnie kept coming back.