Newt and Albie are such dudes. Always.
Even if you are far away, and Newt spies you, he will make the effort to come over for a wee chat.
It just takes a while.
But he gets there….. eventually.
Albie was, for a change, with Waffle at the far corner of the field, with some wild mallard ducks for extra company. The ducks flew away when they saw me coming but Albie wandered up.
Albie has changed so much this past year and grown into an almost normal (whatever that is) Shetland pony. He is definitely one of the Minions. Remember all that horrible aggro and angst when they joined the herd last year (thank you, Vitamin for that appalling behaviour)? Happily that has vanished now and the ponies are one big happy family, which is something I wished from the beginning. It just took a while, that was all.
Albie is fairly large for a minature Shetland pony.
I need to measure Newt again. Last done he came in at 26″ and that’s yer lot. He is not growing upwards anymore. Been there, done that. It was overrated.
I ❤️ my littlest boys.