The sun was going down.
I had a job – to feed Albie his afternoon milk. Daisy checked the Sandness herd (Waffle, Silver, Lyra and Vitamin). We take it in turns.
So I called my little Albie and, of course, he came running.
And then he had to stop and look distinguished. I think he is a beautiful boy. Very special.
A friend turned up too because that is what this kind of “friend” does. Your friend if there is food.
Albie had his milk. He can drink it down in ten seconds flat – one whole litre. It’s his talent.
Albie does that thing with his left front leg – he paws the bucket or the ground. I am not sure why. It is purely instinct as he has never seen anyone else do it but, never the less, he always does it sometimes tipping up his milk, which is very frustrating.
Then a quick play with the bucket because I wasn’t telling him not to.
And then off, back to the herd. Lickety split!
Of course, his friend went too. The food had vanished.
I hung around for a while, sitting on a rock taking photos while my bum went numb.
All worth it. I was loved by a variety of Shetland ponies ….
…..and Icelandic horses.
It was a rugs-off day because, although cold, there is no wind or rain forecast.
Life is good when you are loved and appreciated.
Sitting on a rock, talking to my ponies is my idea of heaven, especially on winter days like these.
Can you get chilblains on yer bum? Already have them on my toes.