I helped my neighbour feed his Shetland pony herd as his car had died.
Always the way this time of year and such an embuggerance (best word ever!)
We’ve all been there. It happens to us all.
But little horses have to be fed, no matter what ,and so I volunteered to help.
The minute these ponies saw the bales of hay, they came cantering down from where they had been standing.
It was lovely to watch.
The enthusiasm for food.
The hay bales were duly split and distributed along the dry stone dyke (wall) so that all the ponies had a pile to eat.
There is something undeniably enchanting about miniature Shetland ponies.
Expressive little persons.
Determinedly enchanting, ie You Will Love Me or Feed Me!
With lots of character. You can see it in their eyes.
And then I checked on own my fat little lot at Liradale and we went home. They were all fine. Very bouncy but pleased to see me and my carrots.
There is another gale coming and now, as I write this, it has arrived and blowing hard.
I may be very slightly bored of winter now. It doesn’t seem to want to go away.