I met the nicest prettiest little grey mare today. She was enchanting, like a fairy-tale pony.
A little shy to start with but it didn’t take long.
Once the mare had her headcollar taken off, I found myself sitting on the ground waiting for the next contestant to be photographed.
It was then that the little mare decided to investigate me.
I turned away, avoided direct eye contact and put my hand out to feel her gentle snuffling muzzle sussing me out.
And then we were friends. If I had a mare field (yes, yes, I know I have the black ones), I would buy this little girl. There was a connection. She is such a gentle sweet soul and she desperately wanted to be friends. Every time there was a gap in my photography, she would sneak back over for a quiet chat.
I love it when you can hear them whisper to you.
Meanwhile, Esja was busy trying to hog all the limelight.
As I was mostly sitting or lying down, my photos had a wonderful nothing background to distract.
Icelandic horses and Shetland ponies make the best of friends.
They are so similar in very many ways and I am sure they speak the same language too.
And if you are wondering about Lamb-Bie and Lamb-Bert, they are both fine and full of life and enthusiasm to follow me everywhere.