The girls (Daisy and Flossie) brought their and my horses in to tack up. We were going to go out on a ride.
They were followed by a little somebody. A little skewbald midge. A Mini Minion, no less.
First of all, Albie marched up to Kappi and introduced himself.
“Hello, my name is Albie and Mummy says I am very speshul”.
Luckily having been living with other ponies all his life, Albie speaks fluent small pony. He licked and chewed like a foal and Kappi thought he was fascinating. There was not a horrid word exchanged.
When I took on Albie last spring, I was determined, just because he was an orphan, that he was most importantly a pony, spoke fluent pony and didn’t rely on humans. Tor taught him well.
And I totally hand it to Kappi who did nothing to Albie while he was having his girth done up. Absolutely nothing. Kappi just stood there with a small Klingon attachment sniffing his bum. It is a very kind, and possibly rare, horse who lets that happen. Kappi had never met Albie before.
The next short straw was Klængur’s. Albie made a bee-line and, I think, recognised him.
Klængur has already, if briefly, spent time with Albie in the autumn, last year.
Soon they will all be together. Once the grass really starts growing. I think they will get along fine.
My money is on Newt! Him and Haakon – they will possibly rule the world.