I met the nicest prettiest little grey mare today.  She was enchanting, like a fairy-tale pony.

A little shy to start with but it didn’t take long.

Once the mare had her headcollar taken off, I found myself sitting on the ground waiting for the next contestant to be photographed.

It was then that the little mare decided to investigate me.

I turned away, avoided direct eye contact and put my hand out to feel her gentle snuffling muzzle sussing me out.

And then we were friends.  If I had a mare field (yes, yes, I know I have the black ones), I would buy this little girl.  There was a connection.  She is such a gentle sweet soul and she desperately wanted to be friends.  Every time there was a gap in my photography, she would sneak back over for a quiet chat.

I love it when you can hear them whisper to you.

Meanwhile, Esja was busy trying to hog all the limelight.

As I was mostly sitting or lying down, my photos had a wonderful nothing background to distract.

Icelandic horses and Shetland ponies make the best of friends.

They are so similar in very many ways and I am sure they speak the same language too.

And if you are wondering about Lamb-Bie and Lamb-Bert, they are both fine and full of life and enthusiasm to follow me everywhere.