Carrots | My Shetland

I’m not very good at injustice and Waffle not having his carrot yesterday was weighing heavily on me all night. I barely slept a wink for the worry.

So this morning after breakfast, I popped down to the sheltered bit of the Shetland ponies’ field to find Waffle and his friends.

I had counted out six carrots so that would be one for Waffle….

And then one for everyone else.

They always ask so nicely.

It was very windy.

(why does Albie look so tiny next to Silver? I always thought he was never that small. Perhaps it’s their positions and therefore deceiving)

And then I went back round and gave Waffle an extra carrot to make up for yesterday.

I don’t think anyone noticed as luckily as no one is very good at counting. So please don’t make me go back down there and “settle up” again. They’ve all had carrots now and they are all happy, even Waffle.

This morning was a disaster, weather-wise. I know this when I took the dogs out albeit briefly and the sky fell on our heads with hail, rain, sleet together with a cruel biting wind. It was a miserable existence for us all and we came home very quickly.

Later, I went outside again, when the weather had calmed down taking a few old carrots with me wondering who would like to eat them. I didn’t have to look very far.

Albie, Tiddles, Newt and Silver came up immediately. But one little black Shetland pony was miles away preferring to stay on the other side of the burn. That would be Waffle and I kept his two carrots in my pocket waiting for him to come over, but he didn’t bother.