The bebbies were fed up of living in the garden. It was too small for them. Eating is all well and good but if you have the energy, playing is much more fun.
Watching them queueing by the gate asking to go out was too much for me, so I opened the big gate from their paddock into the 20 acre hill field.
They didn’t wait to be asked twice and vanished galloping, bucking and farting into the distance.
I thought I would probably never see them again but found that if I shout “Bebbies”, three little sets of ears prick up and they come galloping over to me (and my three buckets of grub).
I have spent today hugging, scratching proffered bottoms and kissing noseys. My idea of bliss and perfection. I don’t want them to get used to being wild and not having any human input. They are still the Bebbies, after all.
Today, they spent most of it asleep in various different places in their field.
It was lovely, sunny and warm. We are all being lulled into a false sense of spring.
Happy wee things! I think those are the best pix of them yet – and that’s saying something!
Amazing daffodils! And, I never knew that Storm (inateacup) has the little black marks on his back! Pony of the most distinct markings 😉 Hi bebbies!!
We have three Shetlands, and noting your photos and sleeping positions.
Fergus always lays flat out, can even do it with his head down hill, lily likes to be a lady and sits more upright and just drops her head, Frazer does’nt mind as long as he can lie next to or on top of someone.
Can’t believe how long their coats are!! Must be freezing up there
they look so happy, they’ve really come on