He doesn’t have a name (well, he has his registered Shetland pony name but it really doesn’t suit him).
He is very, and I mean very, small. A few inches high.
We brought him home this afternoon. He had been looking for a home on Facebook. Like Albie, he is a colt (that will be remedied in the spring).
We fed Albie his tea first and then let them meet up in a small paddock.
I have always thought Albie was a small little squirt but this pony is even smaller.
He has lived on his own for the past two months, but he is desperate to make friends with Albie.
I stood and watched them together while Daisy went and fetched Tor. Albie hates being away from his surrogate mother.
Once Tor arrived, things calmed down a bit.
(I told you, he is tiny)
Tor took an interest in this new little boy.
We stood and watched them all talk.
The tables turned. Albie was the dominant one. He behaved like Camus did to him when they first met.
“Keep away from my Mum” – he kept saying to our newbie.
I thought Albie would behave better than that but perhaps it needs to be said. There is the hierarchy.
Tor and Albie grazed (almost frantically) with their heads pressed up against each other. It wasn’t a calm moment. Most odd.
Little Thing won’t let me talk to him. He did arrive with a headcollar on (I think it had been on for a couple of weeks), and probably by taking it off we won’t get near him for a while but I am not a fan of ponies wearing them in the field.
Most importantly, he needs to remember how to be a pony.
And then we will get to know him and he will be another Minion.
And then there will be no more. We are full now.
So, please name suggestions – remember tiny – and lots of vibes for him. He needs to tame down and for everyone to love him.