Sunday afternoon was sunny and bright and I walked over to where the Punk Horses live. I took some carrots with me and made sure I said hallo to as many of the horses as I could, so that I got the smell of them all on me.
This was who I was after;
Mum accepted me being there and I needed her to as my pawn shop camera doesn’t have enough zoom to get me close enough otherwise.
Isn’t that baby tail sweet?
The foal wanted to come up and say hallo to me but I needed to avoid it getting too close - the only bond they need is with mum.
How lucky am I?
(a don’t stop till you drop production)