Bebbies, bebbies, bebbies – where are you?
Cue: Look up, spy us and then gallopy, thunder, twinkle-toes, gallopy, neigh and then a cartoon skid to a halt…
(I adore the way Torbjorn’s four little hooves are off the ground, like a spring lamb).
They flew straight into the arms of Daisy and Flossie who have been well brought up and know the best way to talk to a Shetland pony is to be the same height. To achieve this, the girls had to kneel/sit on the wet ground. As this is a field in the middle of Shetland, no one cares – whatever it takes to have a Shetland pony snog.
This is the first time Flossie has met the bebbies and of course, after the initial “who is this new person in our field?”, being the bebbies, they instantly adored her.
She was quickly inundated and investigated thoroughly by the little furry noseys.
and, in turn, Flossie promptly fell in love.
Daisy resumed her usual posture of being nibbled and tickled by her favourite little guy.
So that’s good – there are now enough hands to scratch and hug the bebbies. Mission accomplished.