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?
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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