I mentioned in yesterday's post that we were late with the breakfast hay for ponies. They were right up at the far end of the field and as we got closer to the gate Small broke into a gentle trot and Zorro into flat out gallop, which seemed to release a certain amount of energy...

"Ah, I see you have finally deigned to bring my breakfast hay. You may leave the barrow here."

"NOOOOOO!!!! THEY BE STEALIN' MAH HAY!!!!!!!"

"I'M SO ANGRY!!!!!"

"SO VERY ANGRY!!!!!"

"Are you angry too Small?"
"Well, Zorro, as you can see I do have my ears slightly flattened in vague irritation, but to be frank with you that's actually as much a result of your outlandish behaviour as any particular consternation with regard to the Late Hay debacle."

I don't honestly know what is going on here, but there is a lot of hair and ponies and so I think it must be some kind of ponysplosion.
Also, all things being equal it would have been nice to have poo-picked the field before this happened as the pictures would be less full of poo. Doubly so as most of those big bucks and kicks flicked whatever was in Zorro's feet into our faces.

"I'M STILL ANGRY YOU KNOW!!!!"
Then we delivered hay and everything was fine again.
Today
sleepsy_mouse had a bad back so we brought the ponies in for hugs and then Zorro and I went out on our first ever solo hack together.
sleepsy_mouse tried offering both ponies a bit of peppermint oil, which they will often choose to eat if they are feeling a bit colicky, mostly to see what they thought of it.
Zorro quite liked it (and it made his breath smell nice for a change) but apparently it got right up Small's nose as he had a massive sneezing fit.

That's what it looks like when a small pony sneezes in the face of his human.
Then we got tacked up and Zorro and I went for a bit of a ramble. After a reluctant first hundred yards or so (we've only really ridden out with Small or with
sleepsy_mouse on foot before ) we started to pick up and he proceeded to be absolutely brilliant when cars went by, unconcerned by noisy wood-pigeons and to create quite a fan-club with his dashing looks and flowing locks among small children and old ladies who we went past.

Out on the trail - not a great picture, but proof that we were there, or proof enough for me.
I'm very proud of pony - he did absolutely brilliantly. He got anxious once or twice - sileage bags are among the fiercer animals after all - but we got past and he was just amazingly well behaved and good. We did a long trot that I think he would have happily continued indefinitely but he kept paying attention and generally being tremendous the whole way round. When we met other horses on the way home and walked up the road with them a little way, he didn't mind when they went off to their yard and we had to go on. It was just great.

"Ah, I see you have finally deigned to bring my breakfast hay. You may leave the barrow here."

"NOOOOOO!!!! THEY BE STEALIN' MAH HAY!!!!!!!"

"I'M SO ANGRY!!!!!"

"SO VERY ANGRY!!!!!"

"Are you angry too Small?"
"Well, Zorro, as you can see I do have my ears slightly flattened in vague irritation, but to be frank with you that's actually as much a result of your outlandish behaviour as any particular consternation with regard to the Late Hay debacle."

I don't honestly know what is going on here, but there is a lot of hair and ponies and so I think it must be some kind of ponysplosion.
Also, all things being equal it would have been nice to have poo-picked the field before this happened as the pictures would be less full of poo. Doubly so as most of those big bucks and kicks flicked whatever was in Zorro's feet into our faces.

"I'M STILL ANGRY YOU KNOW!!!!"
Then we delivered hay and everything was fine again.
Today
Zorro quite liked it (and it made his breath smell nice for a change) but apparently it got right up Small's nose as he had a massive sneezing fit.

That's what it looks like when a small pony sneezes in the face of his human.
Then we got tacked up and Zorro and I went for a bit of a ramble. After a reluctant first hundred yards or so (we've only really ridden out with Small or with

Out on the trail - not a great picture, but proof that we were there, or proof enough for me.
I'm very proud of pony - he did absolutely brilliantly. He got anxious once or twice - sileage bags are among the fiercer animals after all - but we got past and he was just amazingly well behaved and good. We did a long trot that I think he would have happily continued indefinitely but he kept paying attention and generally being tremendous the whole way round. When we met other horses on the way home and walked up the road with them a little way, he didn't mind when they went off to their yard and we had to go on. It was just great.
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Date: 6 Jan 2008 23:14 (UTC)Very green looking there.
Sounds like a lovely day. :-D
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Date: 7 Jan 2008 11:35 (UTC)If only he didn't flick so much mud and crap in the air it would be even better...
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Date: 7 Jan 2008 01:42 (UTC)I...guess I've actually never been out on a trail by myself. I didn't before, and now Donna won't let me. Wow.
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Date: 8 Jan 2008 01:00 (UTC)I know what you mean about being more focused, though. I'd be on Domino with Ken instructing, and he'd go in the barn or his car, and suddenly I had to pay a lot more attention just to keep my nerve intact. That got easier as time went on, of course. As will trailing on Zorro.
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Date: 8 Jan 2008 01:07 (UTC)I'm so jealous :(
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