Look who just moved into the pasture next door.

Toby stands like a stone for hours on his side of the fence, willing, wishing, wanting the youngsters to come by for a visit. He jealously guards this stretch of wire all day long, and won't let any of the other horses near it. He doesn't seem to mind if J. joins him for a look, though. Even though she's a small creature from Toby's perspective, this little girl is one BIG friend.

(For the record, he stole her baseball cap immediately after I took this shot.)

Oh! Oh! Oh! (That's my best translation of Toby's whickering.) They're looking this way! Here they come!

(Breathe, Toby. B-r-e-a-t-h-e ...)

No one could ever accuse Toby of being unsociable.

Toby's newest buds.