Little Albie always eats his breakfast away from Camus and Tor, for obvious reasons. They get something but not as much as Albie does. He needs it.
Afterwards, Albie is returned to his field and we spend time with everyone, until they walk away.
(Yesterday, at lunch I saw my little herd in the small field by the house, so I jumped, (ok, I scrambled) over the fence and sat on a nearby flat rock. To my surprise, Albie came and sat beside me. Camus jumped on him. Albie stood up and told Camus he didn’t like that and sat down beside me again. Camus jumped on him again so Albie and I gave up and we sadly walked away from each other knowing a magical moment had been missed).
So, it was lovely to see Albie trying again.
He had remembered and wanted to be with me.
This time I had an armed guard ready.
My armed guard means business.
This is my idea of pure heaven.
And then, when Albie lay down in my lap, my world suddenly made perfect sense.
I dreamed of this moment.
I felt like a Muzzah to someone who needed me.
Meanwhile, in the background a small cross brown irritant waited for revenge. He has a perfectly good parent. He doesn’t need me.
It doesn’t get better than this. Nope. This is why I rescue Shetland ponies.