It has come to my attention that I have recently been ignoring my Shetland pony boys.

Have I gone completely mad? (don’t answer this, purely rhetorical).

Being the super well-brought-up chaps they are, they arrive everyday for a carrot and a chat and I have rudely ignored them being swept away with enthusiasm for all things Icelandic-horse at the moment.

I will admit, though, it is very difficult to actually ignore Bozz-Bozz as he is behind you at every step with his particularly unique talent of getting-in-the-way.  If I have reversed into him once, I have tripped up over him many times this winter.

But he and Arcturus are particularly loving and gentle little chaps.  They are their father’s sons with soft gentle mouths that never snatch or grab. They rarely push.  They are just there.  All the time.

 There, with their silly-frillies, and fuzzy bottoms which make me smile.

This winter has been just as I planned and all I could’ve wished for.  Everyone gets on fine. Four entire boys living together with 4 geldings.  All peace and harmony.

Bozz-Bozz shares nicely with his Dad

Bozz-Bozz shares nicely with Hammy

It really is a toss-up between which is bigger –  an Icelandic horse bottom or a Shetland pony one!