Floss and I walked the dogs on the beach first and then went to check on our Sandness herd.
We had to change the water – I don’t like stale water – and it takes a while.
So I took photos, a few snaps, you know, like you do …..
…. while Flossie gave out her carrots.
Everyone was very pleased to see us.
She decided today was a day that she could be loved.
It makes a change as she has been very stand-offish recently. Perhaps it was from being in the other field, which is not nearly as nice, ie not good quality grass.
Vitamin was on good form too.
She enjoyed her summer away at Fat Camp and is looking absolutely fabularse now. The phrase “a leg at each corner” springs to mind. She is not fat. She is a solid lady.
I love taking photos like these.
Trying to capture the special moments.
Darling Silver is always special.
He is a remote little chap. Always has been.
He doesn’t force himself on people.
Trust and space are hugely important to him.
Once he knows, then he is your friend forever. This is a Minion hug.
He loves his special moments.
I have a very soft spot for this little Foula pony.
Waffle is as ever his usual happy little self.
He has not achieved the huge heights of his parents. More a midi than a standard. What he lacks in stature, he makes up for with an enormous sense of humour.
And then miraculously, I found another carrot.
Must’ve fallen unnoticed out of a pocket and again everyone was happy!
The sunset on the way home was mysterious.