I love foals. I do. I miss the fact that we are not having any (Velvereta and her foal died a few weeks’ back and Verona shows absolutely no sign of looking pregnant).
I was asked to take photos for a Bergli Shetland Pony Stud and there were such nice little bebbies about – both standards and miniatures.
This was the home of the one that we spent hours trying to get to suck a few days’ ago – he is now doing very well.
(I see him as “my little boy”. So proud – sniff! He is still lovely).
Look, look drinking!. He’s got the plot. At last. Phew.
The others were enchanting. All being fairly new, none of the foals were particularly friendly or curious to meet us. In a few more weeks, I expect we will be climbed over.
Darling, darling little peoples. Some were more inquisitive than others. This gorgeous colt had the most beautiful head and eyes.
His movement also took my breath away. I liked him very much.
I am lucky. At least these foals are next door and I can spend time with them if I need a quick foal-fix. Imagine living somewhere where there are no Shetland pony foals? No, I don’t want to. That would be my idea of hell.
And, of course, I have my own roly-poly thugs to keep me entertained.