In my little back garden are a black pony….
and a white pony.
I am so happy. I have missed my little ponies so much. They always used to live here.
I love having my Shetland ponies home.
It seems, well…. just right.
The girls have scrubbed up well and are now dry so went outside first thing this morning to graze in the back garden.
Every time anyone goes past, Fivla whiffles hoping for a carrot. I have a theory that Shetland ponies have developed this talent which is why they always look chubby! Muchos carrots.
This is the view from my desk while I write this blog.
The dear old ladies. I am just working on a Cunning Plan to insist that they spend the winter here, at home, because we have washed the essential grease from their coats so they look nice for tomorrow in their Fair Isle sweaters. They have a very important meet n’ greet at the Shetland Museum.
Today, Daisy and Flossie have been loading the van with everything we need, plus the kitchen sink, in preparation for the big day.
Monster has been helping.
I’ve told him he is not coming too. No one wants to see a cat in Fair Isle sweater……. do they?