WARNING – photo overload!
An old friend, Bessie, phoned me this morning. She offered herself and her car at my disposal to take me for a drive with my camera. It is something I used to do regularly and miss. So I scootered quickly out to her waiting car and off we set, with me yelling “STOP” every minute, or “REVERSE” when I had missed an opportunity. We must have been out and about for a couple of hours. Shetland in autumn is glorious. The summer colours have changed everything quickly and I doubt my photos show the true visual treat we saw on our travels.
Bessie calls sheep “Woolly maggots”. Shetland sheep are everywhere on the open scattald (hill, or common grazing). This photo is to prove her maggoty theory.
Then off to see my ponios. It was the darling boys first and they were miles away in their enormous field so I shouted and they appeared!
Some faster than others – the galloping thud of hooves was wonderful.
They seem to be getting on fine even when there was jealousy over a stray brassica (where did that come from?)
Next, the ladies. This is their field and it shows just how scattered about they are.
Zoot – “who me?”
Fivla was perfection, of course, ever the fairy-tale pony.
They all came rushing over when they saw us.
Bessie wanted to meet the ponies, while I sat in the car snapping. She has known Fivla since a foal.
I love the faces of the ponies as they surveyed the mini version of BeAnne, called Mootie (Shetland dialect. adj – very small; often used for a child as a term of affection, peerie mootie ting.)
Zoot, of course, was happy to chat. She loves people and her inquisitiveness for all things new never fades.
Mootie is enchanting, just very very small!
It was lovely to have a drive out and especially to see my ponies. They all look very well, fat and ready for winter. I shan’t worry about them.
Lovely, lovely Shetland ponies. I wish they could all live in my house! Wouldn’t that be perfect?