JJS
Well-Known Member
Does anybody else ever just look at their horses and realise how lucky they are? Despite all of the stress and cost of my recent BOGOF baby, plus my old boy being poorly, every day when I go out into their field I feel absolutely blessed.
And so I should. The pony-mad little girl of yesteryear could never have begun to imagine one day getting to glance around and see sights like this: my very own mare and foal running over to say hi.
Nor could she have imagined looking over at my shiny, strapping boy to the left of them, nor the gorgeous little fairy pony stood next to him.
No matter how many times I see the four of them, and no matter that none of them can be ridden right now, I never can get over just how privileged I am to have them.
Seeing them all in their glossy summer coats, beautifully muscled and in rude good health, it makes all of those hard winter days abundantly worthwhile, doesn't it?
And so I should. The pony-mad little girl of yesteryear could never have begun to imagine one day getting to glance around and see sights like this: my very own mare and foal running over to say hi.
Nor could she have imagined looking over at my shiny, strapping boy to the left of them, nor the gorgeous little fairy pony stood next to him.
No matter how many times I see the four of them, and no matter that none of them can be ridden right now, I never can get over just how privileged I am to have them.
Seeing them all in their glossy summer coats, beautifully muscled and in rude good health, it makes all of those hard winter days abundantly worthwhile, doesn't it?