This morning I came upon a heap of ponies. “Heap” being the “offishul” collective term for a herd of different ages, breeds and sizes. Now you know. Please educate the ignorant.
I was particularly taken by little Waffle’s happy snoring smile. He was dead to the world and I am sure everyone else was not going to wake him. It can be like waking the Kraken on occasions. I love his fat little tumbly (awwww).
I was in the field catching Klængur and Haakon to ride later.
Anywho, Fiona drove up with Hreyfing, her mare that she is re-training. I offered advice and tried to help, based on what I have learned working with Klængur. I think Fiona and Hreyfing achieved great things.
I am not a teacher but I do realise the benefits of calming down a horse and relaxation.
Meanwhile, an update on everyone else.
BeAnne caught a rabbit – well, a rabbit committed harakiri. This is her filthy look if anyone attempts to steal it. Loki knows better.
BeAnne – post-rabbit. Now for some very nasty après-odours.
Loki has come on leaps and bounds and is our model citizen.
He loves playing and is happy to offer anyone a selection of his toys in the hope they will play tug-o-war with him.
Jack is, well, Jack. Still rattling on deaf and blind but content in his own little world. His tummy clock is directly synced with Greenwich and supper/breakfast time is not a minute late. Ever.
And Wussums remains Wussumly. He loathes everyone canine and has a nocturnal lifestyle, i.e. when Loki is asleep. This is the compromise reached.